By the end of the night

By the end of the night

The tear drop meanders down the notebook page 
The pen dances around like an actor on stage
The wind howls as the clock ticks past one
The weight on her shoulders feel like a tonne 

Her minds in a hurricane, thoughts racing round 
The memories came crashing, booming and loud
She writes her note, with her mother in mind 
She thanks her for the love she gave and how she was so kind 

She rethinks her choices, is this decision right? 
Should she leave this world at the end of the night? 
Why should she stay, she's sick of the fight 
Yes it might get better, but her chances are tight 

That's it, it's done she gets up to go
How she will do it, she doesn't know 
The pills in the bathroom start calling her name
The anger inside her could not be tamed

The page sits on the end of the bed
Sharing what actions made her see red 
Now she lies peacefully, down in the ground
All the noise is gone, there's no more awful sound
 
Rachel kavanagh