That blade seemed to have all the answers.
Invading my cells like a cancer.
Watching it unfold, I’ve come to the brink.
Fading away and bleeding into the kitchen sink.
In a haze, I utter a gasp.
Dropping the knife I had in my clasp.
Drawing a bath, the end is near,
No longer will I be consumed with fear.
Climbing in, numb to the water,
Hoping and praying to my father.
The water fills with blood, drip by drip.
Wiping the tears falling onto my lip.
Screams resonate when no one’s around,
Until my lungs are finally out of sound.
Soon, now, it will be over.
Not a soul will know what drove her.