Led in her warm bath,
Thinking about life.
In such an awful mess,
Not sure how she has got here.
She had planned this night,
Down to every little detail.
To the messages she left people,
To say her sorry's and good byes.
She looks at her red arms,
Watching the blood flow from her,
Taking her life from her,
Fading and withering like a flower.
Like the rose she used to be,
Its reached the end of its life.
She was feeling to weak to think,
Closing her eyes, listening to music.
To songs that were her life,
Sad, happy, love, death, and emptiness.
Visions of her children in her head,
Tears streaming down her face.
They would be fine she knew it,
To young to remember all this,
Young enough to forget who she was,
What she represented and had become.
As she slips into a deep sleep,
So weak and faded as she ends her sorrows.
Smiling as she has ended her pain,
All the torment that was smothering her,
Being suffocated by the life she led.
Its dark, memories all gone,
As the water turned to the red sea,
Covering up her lifeless face.
Her last thought was one of sadness,
She tried so hard to make people happy,
Now her last moment is knowing she hasn't.
They now have to deal with the pain,
All the heart ache as they say goodbye.
This soul lost in a blood filled bath,
So precious and young, yet old within.
Fragile, crying out for some help,
Yet no one sees her cries and yells.
Feeling unwanted and uncared for,
She does what she thinks is right,
And says her sorry's and goodbyes.
