A teenage girl...
So alone...
So afraid.
She looks in the mirror
And then she looks away....
Trying not to see the untruthful stare.
Cheeks so rosy,
Red and bright,
Tears slide down them slowly.
Mascara falls from her lashes
As tears slide
Making black pools down her neck.
A razor slowly cuts her pale skin
As crimson red flows gently.
The pain is released now.
Crying softly from the release
The girl feels nirvana
Finally, for the first time in her life.
She drifts away
As her star crossed lover
Walks in her room.
"She's gone"
"She's dead"
That's all he screams.
It's too late
He wishes she wasn't gone...
But she's already there.
