Based on a true story...

TW: suicide

I peered at the girl in the mirror
She looked different somehow
The sparkle that once rested in her eyes were no more
The glowing shine, lost, forever more

Where did that lovely smile go?
The one so peaceful and sweet
The one which, upon a glance
Would give rise, to many smiles

Her face wore an expression
Of desperation
Hopelessness now rested, where glee once roared
Why wasn’t she happy, she wondered why
Her eyes reflected sadness, gloomy, a wish to die

She imagined a life without her
Better for everyone it seemed
Because the burden of her living
On everyone
Would slowly dissipate

She had been living
Her wish of death continuously pricking her mind
She couldn’t do it anymore though.
She was ready little did anyone know
Her possessions carefully stowed

Her cries for help had been no avail
Her so called friends, or so she thought
The many times she’d tried to reach out
Had always been ignored.
If ignored not,
Been treated with little significance.

Her plans were made
Note written
Now all she had to do was
With a racing heart
Strike the blade
Drag it carefully across
Making sure she pressed it hard
Just a few seconds till she would be set free
Her heart light
And head then clear

The time was set
Place ready
As that excruciating pain kept increasing
She fervently hoped her family would stay steady.

She kept reminding herself they wasted precious money on her
Money that could be spent on the grateful
She had no friends which meant she was of no use
Nor had a likeable personality it seemed
She felt quite ugly, her confidence low
She was tired of living like this
In the never ending pool of unhappiness
No one saw the signs or so it seemed.
Or never thought to say something to help those feelings

She knew that once she would be gone
Feelings would be felt no more
She would have broken free from this hell like cage
And be free like a bird when it escapes
The people that she hurt by being suicidal
The burden she was and the bad thoughts she put into others’ head
They would have to experience no more



And soon
The image of her
The bad times spent with her
Those bad memories
Scary texts
Would be all but a distant memory

Or so, it seemed…