The End
She sat on the side of the room to the left,
Her earphones in, and her hoody on,
And her eyes stare forward, and fail to blink
And her hands are clasped together.
And she stays like this until the end.
She walks around at her steady pace,
But her heart beats at 100km per hour.
She gives polite smiles,
And discrete middle fingers,
And she stays like this until the end.
She goes to her bedroom and closes the door,
Quietly locking it behind her.
She sits on the floor and opens the box,
And then begins to cut.
And she stays like this until the end.
She cleans herself up, and wipes away her tears,
And hopes no one will ever know.
And she looks in the mirror,
And doesn’t recognize the girl,
And she stays like this until the end.
With her hoody, her makeup, her sunglasses,
And her earphones in, she has to face the world,
And she sits in school, her head held low,
Alone, and hopes, and thinks.
And she stays like this until the end.
And the time comes for her to leave,
And she can barely move,
She can’t, she can’t be alone.
Cause she knows she won’t come back.
And she stays like this until the end.
She goes to the bathroom and opens the cupboard,
Reaching for the pills.
She grabs a glass, and climbs in the bath
And downs all the pills.
And she stayed like this till the end.
She grabbed her blades, and cut her arms,
Her stomach, her thighs, her hips, her wrists,
She cried until she could cry no more,
And waited it to end.
And she stayed like this till the end.
She took her last breath, and thanked the lord,
And said “I’ll be home soon mummy”
And she closed her eyes, and fell asleep
Never to wake again.
And that was the way she stayed, the end.
Copyright © Jessica Wrigley | Year Posted 2013
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