Her Last Day
Alone with her thoughts
She lays in her bed
Trying to silence the voices
Which scream in her head
Reaching under her pillow
She pulls out a gun
In less than five minutes
Her life will be done
She walks towards
Her children's beds
And plants one last kiss
On their little heads
She goes to her room
And shuts the door
She falls to a crying
Heap on the floor
She tries to think of
Reasons to stay alive
But all she can think of
Are reasons to die
She slowly lifts
The gun to her head
She pulls on the trigger
And now she is dead.
Copyright © Saskia Eugene | Year Posted 2021
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