Razor Meets Wrist

It’s such a pity
That life didn’t go her way
All the teenage angst built up
Only to have
The rug pulled from underneath
Her world fell apart
Emotionally battered and bruised
Her parents fell victim
To the reapers deadly touch
Immediate family gave her the cold shoulder
Labeled an outcast at school
Got pushed around like a leaf
When the wind gusts
She comes home
Kneels along side of her bed
Tears begin to pour down her cheeks
Yelling and pleading with god
To show a sign
That she belongs on this earth
The once sweet little girl
Turned bitter and cold
She resorted to pain
To fill the void in her life
When the sharp steel slices
Her wrist
It gives her a rush
Of so many emotions
When the wounds form a scar
It’s a tag that she’ll have for wear
For weeks to come
Reminding her that death
Was more bare able than her own life
Life didn’t go the way it should’ve
She sent that message loud and clear
I can only imagine what her life looked
Like when it flashed before her eyes
With one last cut of her wrist
And one last breath
She wasted away any obstacles
That couldn’t have been over come
When razor meets wrist
It’s a combination that
Unlocks an irreversible future
A future that always ends up with
A reading of a eulogy.