She lay on the ground
Sobbing, crying heart wrenching tears.
Makeup running down her face, into her hair.
She asked herself, How did I get here? Why me?
Her gaze drifted, from the walls,
And spotted a sparkling, shiny thing just out of her reach.
She stretched a little, and her fingers nimbly grasped the thing she saw.
her eyes widened with shock, as she beheld what was in her hands.
A way to freedom, to end all this.
She slowly twirled in her hands, pondering and pondering, Should I do this?
She closed her eyes and dragged it against her arm, close to the wrist, and gasped.
It felt strange! To feel everything just leak away!
She did again to the other wrist, and gasped again!
She smiled grimly and did it again, and again and again.
Soon, she barely could grip it, her instrument of her demise.
So with her final cut, her arms trembling, thinking Good bye...
She slit her throat, her pale, thin throat.
Smiling, in a pool of her own blood, they found her.
her friends were shocked! Why did she do this? then they looked at her arm and gasped in utter horror.
She had carved, to the bone the words, Why Me...?
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