She looks in the mirror
thoughts flooded with fear,
eyes, filled with tears.
She grabbed at her torso.
everyday now, she feels low, so
She knows
She needs helps
but instead, she grabs a rope

"I'm hanging from the ceiling
But i think i changed my mind
I don't like this feeling.
I'm running out of time"
  ....
"I couldn't get it untied .
I think I'm dead.
Why is mom cursing at the sky?
I hope I'll wake up in my bed,
wake up, and be alive.