Looking in the mirror

With the eyes of insecurity

Hating the body she has

Wishing she could be

Somebody who was beautiful

Somebody who was famous

Just somebody special

She hates her eyes

She hates her smile

She hates her life

As she holds the blade

Placed over her wrist

About to give a quick swipe

She thinks over once again

Of what she'll leave behind

Her parents who loved her deeply

Her friends who were always there

Her siblings who are without a sister

She grimaced at the thought

She places the knife down

She's out she's happy she's free