The rays of sunlight are shunned by the drapes pulled tight.
Music is at war with the silence the space once held.
Tears roll down her cheeks and land on her crossed legs.
All she wanted was to be loved in return for hers.

She clutches onto the sharp silver object, ignoring the fact
that the corner is boring into her pale white flesh.
Blood runs down her arms and her abdomen as she wonders
why she tries. Why was she even born?

Her heartbeat speeds up as she lifts the sharp, stainless
object and sees her own frightened reflection.
Her eyes are red and swollen from her tears.

The object is guided to her neck.
Her hands shaking a bit a she begins to drag.
The blood sprays from her pallid canvas as she pushes harder.
Then she sees nothing but darkness.