Questions whispered,
Answers shown.
"How could you?"
Echoing their tone.
Bright pink ribbons
Flowing down.
Turning ever red...
Please don't frown.
Candles lit,
Flame is dancing.
A testing blade,
So entrancing.
A pitch black room,
Blade in hand.
Can't see the girl,
Shouting demands.
She's whispering,
"I don't know anymore."
And crying,
As she sits upon the floor.
"I give up trying to keep going,
I just want to sleep."
Why can't you all back off?
Leave her there to weep.
Collapsing to the floor,
Pills are in a line.
She won't wake up,
Not this time.
Couldn't take the pressure,
It was all just too much.
The screaming and fighting,
Lying and such.
Pink ribbons 'round her wrists,
Blood in a peaceful stream.
She'll die soon, hopefully
With a pleasent dream.