How?

She couldn't picture

the life she lived in now

Every time she thought about it

she couldn't help but wonder how

How she went from being scared

and always fearing death

To hoping each and every day

she would take her final breath

How she went from always smiling

and never feeling down

To crying and pulling the knife

when no one was around

She couldn't help but wonder

what would happen if she died

If anyone would care

and if anyone would cry

The pain became to much

she couldn't take it anymore

She walked up to her dresser

and opened up the drawer

She removed the knife

that had become her best friend

and smiled at the thought

that her life was about to end

She slid the blade across her skin

and the blood began to spill

Living seemed like a memory

and death was becoming real

She slid the blade again

deeper than she'd ever gone

She was happy now

she knew it wouldn't be too long

As the blood continues pouring

she laid down in her bed

She smiled knowing by the time someone found her

she'd finally be dead