One strike... two strikes... three strikes...four,
the blood runs down her arm as she crashes to the floor.
She stares at the knife with tears in her eyes,
how has it got to this?
Surely there must be a better life.

Not feeling herself,
overtaken by this hell.
Trying to fight her demons,
but there's no fight left in her.
She needs to get back up,
but the weight of the depression keeps dragging her down.
Maybe it's time to give up,
maybe it's time to drown.

She grabs some paper and starts to write,
a letter to her loved ones it's time to say goodbye.
She wishes it didn't have to be this way,
she just wants the pain to fade.
She feels that she can't go on,
the demons in her head have won.

"Mum, dad i love you both" she wrote,
"I'm sorry but I have to go.
I know you won't understand,
you always questioning why i was so sad."
"But here's the truth,
I feel trapped. Suffocating in a hell inside my own head."
"Sometimes I think I'm better off dead,
I don't want to go, but I don't know what else to do."
"Please don't cry, promise me you will smile and live a happy life."
" If you ever feel low,
just look up to the sky,
I'll be the biggest star shining so bright."
"I love you forever and always.... goodbye"

Tears flood her eyes,
shaking.. feeling cold inside.
Scared of what's coming next,
She grabs a scarf that will hang her to her death.
Puts the letter on her bed and takes one last breathe,
come morning time she'll be dead.