Drip, drip, drip.
Her tears hit the ground.
She cries out for help,
But you can't hear a sound.

She looks far and wide
For someone who'll listen.
She opens a drawer, and inside
Sees a glisten.

For the first time in her life,
She felt unafraid,
As she stared at that knife
And the glisten of it's blade.

She found her life's solution
The moment she found that blade.
It could end the persecution
And the hate they all conveyed.

As she stared at her reflection,
Looking back was all the pain.
There was an instant connection
Between the sharpness and her vein.

She pulls in her final breath
Then slowly pushes it out.
The best thing for her is death,
And she knows that without a doubt.

Drip, drip, drip.
Her blood hits the ground.
They'll all start to care
Once the body is found.