there she was, on the floor
crimson blood flowing through the cracks
the knife she had used lie on her chest forever stained red
the mirror cracked and broken,
everything thrown pell-mell over the floor
sadness and depression etched into the very depths of her eyes
tears had streamed down her delicate features
thinking nobody loved her
thinking she was ugly and unwanted
her friends and family mourned for her
no one ever stepped into that bathroom again
too much grief came over the person when they looked in
remembering the once happy girl
that could make anyone fall in love with her just by flashing her playful smile
