Her One Last Battle
She has finally lost the war.
She has made this her one last battle.
As she walks down the hall,
razor in hand, rope in the other.
She has finally lost the way.
She has made this her one last battle.
As she slowly takes the blade and sets it on the counter,
she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
Tears start to form and streak her face making it difficult to see.
She has finally lost the war.
She has made this her one last battle.
She slowly takes the rope and makes a loop hanging it from the bathroom ceiling.
She has finally lost the war.
She has made this her one last battle.
She now takes that blade and slits her wrists.
and slashed up her arms,
creating a pool of blood.
Blood so red as it stains her clothes.
She has finally lost the war
She made this her one last battle.
Now placing the rope around her neck she pulls herself up,
with the little strength she has left from the loss of blood through the cuts.
She has finally lost the war.
She made this her one last battle.
As she hangs form that bathroom ceiling,
Blood pours from her wrists and arms,
As she falls into a deep, dark, never-ending sleep.
She has finally lost the war.
She made this her one last battle.
Now nobody can help her,
And no one will ever hear her silents screams of pain and agony.
Not a soul will understand.
She left us with no trace of pain, other than our own.
She left a mystery, that will go unsolved.
She has finally lost the war.
She made this her one last battle.
Now imagine it.
Seeing this beautiful girl hanging in her bathroom.
Her eyes closed as tho she were only taking a nap.
Her hair swaying back and forth like it did when she would run.
She is now wearing her favorite outfit,
that is now drenched in the blood that came from those slashes.
Remember that pretty smile?
The one that would light up those gorgeous eyes of hers
and could brighten up anybody’s day.
It has long faded away.
She always seemed so happy.
So strong as if unbreakable.
Maybe we should of looked past that smile and saw her pain.
If only we had she might still be here today.
She always felt so alone, unwanted, useless and broken.
She left us all clueless
and without a trace of what pushed her so far over the edge.
Far enough to take away her own.
She finally lost her war
and gave us our new battle.
She made it her one last battle in her silent war.
(2013)
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