looking in the mirror to see
only a shrunken shell
of what used to be
barely any life left in her eyes
many a wounds have healed
but one shall never
slowly she takes hold of the blade
and traces her vein
with but a moments hesitation
she slits open her wrist
a mortal wound gushing blood
too late to go back
too late to right the wrongs
too late to tell the truth
slowly she collapses upon the bathroom floor
her eyes glazing over
her thin lips pressed into a smile
there upon the floor she lay
lifeless
nothing left behind
but the corpse
of a once broken girl
