Fearless
She was never afraid of death,
If anything she always welcomed death.
But she was a coward.
She wanted to leave this world,
And run away from the horrors of it.
She was always in pain,
The pain which nobody could cure,
Because it wasn't physical pain which she felt,
That pain was in her heart,
But she endured that agony up until now,
And she planned on getting rid of it through the only way,
Death.
She sat in her bedroom on the floor,
And thought about who she loved, missed, hated,
And who would miss her and who wouldn't.
Tears welled up into her eyes,
As she thought about the stuff she wanted to do,
But would never have the chance after this.
She held the blade and starred at it,
Then slowly she moved the lethal weapon to her wrist.
Tears bursting at the thought of her loved ones.
"But its all for the best," she said to herself.
She wiped her tears with the back of her hands,
And moved her hand so that her wrist was upwards,
Where she could clearly see it.
Slowly she slit her wrists,
Blood oozing down from the cut,
She loved the sight of blood.
A smile crept up her lips,
As she thought of how she wouldn't suffer anymore.
She looked at her reflection laughing manically.
She then prayed to God.
"Please forgive me,",
She had left a note in the kitchen on the dinning table,
I'm Sorry, it wrote, I love you all.
She had no regrets of leaving.
Then she said one last goodbye to the world,
Tears rolling down her cheeks again,
But she wasn't afraid.
And moved the blade towards her neck.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!," her dad cried as he entered her room and saw her.
She smiled at her dad as he stood at the door frozen.
Bye dad, were her last thoughts,
As quick as lightening she then ended it……….
……..ended her life.