A lonely soul,
I am in my dark room,
Sitting,
Waiting to be let go.

I’d done it again,
I was so close to being truly free,
Then the blade was taken from me,
And here I sit alone and cold.

I stand,
Quietly walking to the door,
It is unlocked,
Foolish people.

I open it softly,
And peer into the hall,
They are asleep,
My time has come.

I step down the stairs,
As quiet as can be,
And I see my sister,
Standing at the foot.

“What are you doing up? Mommy and Daddy said it was time to sleep.”
She says to me,
So innocent,
This act she must not see.

I smile to her,
And take a tiny hand,
I walk her to the room,
And she goes into dreamland.

I kiss her forehead one last time,
Tonight is it,
It is truly my time.

I start my journey again,
And I feel,
The cold marble of the kitchen,
Under my feet.

There is the rack,
It holds my fate,
Destiny,
And freedom.

I take the best one,
And put it to my throat,
It is quick,
And silent.

I lay on the floor,
Staining the whiteness,
Into a deep crimson,
Of blood.

As I turn my slowly glazing eyes,
To the door,
There stood my sister,
Standing clutching her dress.

Her eyes go wide,
And she shakes in tears,
Then she walks up,
To my slowly fading body.

She touches the blood,
And her tears mingle with it,
Upon the floor,
She looks at me.

Then touches the bloody hand to my forehead,
“Does it hurt?”
She asked with a sad face.

I smiled,
And touched the small face that was hers,
And I whispered,
“Not any more.”
 
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