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Description
She sits alone,
in a corner,
in the dark,
staring off into nothingness,
mind racing,
doing 100 things at once,
just sitting there.

Parents numb her ears,
Stress claws at her mind,
Her boyfriend squeezes her heart,
Her friends tug at her arms,
and the teachers stab her brain with work.

Eyes red and puffy,
a pile of used toilet paper at her side,
she stares off into nothing,
but seeing everything at once.

Once a happy girl
Who could handle anything,
Now crippled mentally,
A frown forever on her face.

"You cant,
its your fault,
you have to get this done,
but i want to be with you,
its your fault your not happy,
if you dont do this your going to fail,
i dont want to lose you,
i love you,
i miss you,
we dont trust you,
im not happy anymore,
its your fault,
its your fault,
its your fault."

It all echos in her head,
over and over again,
she doesnt know what to do.

Tears fall from her eyes
for the third time that day.
She closes her eyes,
trying to escape,
but the images flash stronger in her eyes,
and she cries more.

The one she loves,
Is not here to help,
He is forced away.
She can't hear his voice,
Or feel is touch,
Or see his loving face,
Or be in his presence.
She misses his comfort,
But feels guilty,
For she feels she is holding him back,
Making him miserable,
When he didnt do anything wrong.
She wants him to be happy,
But its impossible when he stays with her.

Even more tears fall,
Her body trembling.
Her mind flashes to her friends,
Who all care,
But don't understand.
They don't know why she's so unhappy,
And she can't answer their questions.
They want so much to be with her,
And have fun with her,
But they dont know why she is kept at home,
And so she misses out.

School forces their way into her mind,
and she covers her wet eyes.
So many things to do,
She has to get it done,
But she has to do something else first,
But then she can't get this other thing done,
And it all repeats in her head.
She hopes that by holding off a little while,
It will get easier,
But it piles up,
And she is soon drowning in her own work.
Tests, Studying, Homework, Quizzes, Assignments, Reading,
It all rushes into her head,
While she rocks back and forth,
Tears still falling from her eyes.

The words of her parents return,
And she feels like screaming.
Yes they love her,
And she loves them,
But they dont understand.
She didnt mean to mess up,
She just wanted to get away,
But she went the wrong way,
And now she feels like a failure.

She begins to sob in her hands,
The pile next to her growing.
She feels so alone,
She doesn't know what to do,
She wants it all to end.

The once loud and positive words in her head are fading,
"It's worth it,
Hold on,
You can make it,
Don't give up,
It's worth it,
Just hold on..."
They are very faint,
The rest is taking over,
She just wants a way out.

She brings her head up,
Searching for a way,
And something catches her eye.
To the left,
Something humble hovers there,
But she can't figure it out.
It feels like something she would normally go to,
If she was her old self.
It seems happy,
And hopeful,
But she has figured out,
That whenever she was happy,
Something attacked her and took it away,
And knows its right there waiting,
To strike again.

To the right,
It is dark,
But an object lies on the ground,
Glinting and reflecting the light,
Looking sharp and small,
But still powerful.
She stares,
Knowing that that object could be used for something dreadful.

Her eyes dart back and forth,
Tears falling fast down her chin.
She wants it to end,
But she wants to see what lies ahead.

Finally,
She closes her eyes and screams,
Burying her head in her arms,
And sobs,
Not knowing what to do.

Two choices lay before her,
And she is surprised to find herself,
Staring at both,
Wondering if she should continue to suffer,
And see what happens,
Or just forget it all,
And end it right on the spot.

She examines the two choices closely,
Wiping the tears from her eyes,
Holding up each one.
Her eyes drift to the right,
Where the dark object lies in her hand,
And immediately she wonders,
As she holds it close to her face,
"Is it worth it?"

Description
She sits alone,
in a corner,
in the dark,
staring off into nothingness,
mind racing,
doing 100 things at once,
just sitting there.

Parents numb her ears,
Stress claws at her mind,
Her boyfriend squeezes her heart,
Her friends tug at her arms,
and the teachers stab her brain with work.

Eyes red and puffy,
a pile of used toilet paper at her side,
she stares off into nothing,
but seeing everything at once.

Once a happy girl
Who could handle anything,
Now crippled mentally,
A frown forever on her face.

"You cant,
its your fault,
you have to get this done,
but i want to be with you,
its your fault your not happy,
if you dont do this your going to fail,
i dont want to lose you,
i love you,
i miss you,
we dont trust you,
im not happy anymore,
its your fault,
its your fault,
its your fault."

It all echos in her head,
over and over again,
she doesnt know what to do.

Tears fall from her eyes
for the third time that day.
She closes her eyes,
trying to escape,
but the images flash stronger in her eyes,
and she cries more.

The one she loves,
Is not here to help,
He is forced away.
She can't hear his voice,
Or feel is touch,
Or see his loving face,
Or be in his presence.
She misses his comfort,
But feels guilty,
For she feels she is holding him back,
Making him miserable,
When he didnt do anything wrong.
She wants him to be happy,
But its impossible when he stays with her.

Even more tears fall,
Her body trembling.
Her mind flashes to her friends,
Who all care,
But don't understand.
They don't know why she's so unhappy,
And she can't answer their questions.
They want so much to be with her,
And have fun with her,
But they dont know why she is kept at home,
And so she misses out.

School forces their way into her mind,
and she covers her wet eyes.
So many things to do,
She has to get it done,
But she has to do something else first,
But then she can't get this other thing done,
And it all repeats in her head.
She hopes that by holding off a little while,
It will get easier,
But it piles up,
And she is soon drowning in her own work.
Tests, Studying, Homework, Quizzes, Assignments, Reading,
It all rushes into her head,
While she rocks back and forth,
Tears still falling from her eyes.

The words of her parents return,
And she feels like screaming.
Yes they love her,
And she loves them,
But they dont understand.
She didnt mean to mess up,
She just wanted to get away,
But she went the wrong way,
And now she feels like a failure.

She begins to sob in her hands,
The pile next to her growing.
She feels so alone,
She doesn't know what to do,
She wants it all to end.

The once loud and positive words in her head are fading,
"It's worth it,
Hold on,
You can make it,
Don't give up,
It's worth it,
Just hold on..."
They are very faint,
The rest is taking over,
She just wants a way out.

She brings her head up,
Searching for a way,
And something catches her eye.
To the left,
Something humble hovers there,
But she can't figure it out.
It feels like something she would normally go to,
If she was her old self.
It seems happy,
And hopeful,
But she has figured out,
That whenever she was happy,
Something attacked her and took it away,
And knows its right there waiting,
To strike again.

To the right,
It is dark,
But an object lies on the ground,
Glinting and reflecting the light,
Looking sharp and small,
But still powerful.
She stares,
Knowing that that object could be used for something dreadful.

Her eyes dart back and forth,
Tears falling fast down her chin.
She wants it to end,
But she wants to see what lies ahead.

Finally,
She closes her eyes and screams,
Burying her head in her arms,
And sobs,
Not knowing what to do.

Two choices lay before her,
And she is surprised to find herself,
Staring at both,
Wondering if she should continue to suffer,
And see what happens,
Or just forget it all,
And end it right on the spot.

She examines the two choices closely,
Wiping the tears from her eyes,
Holding up each one.
Her eyes drift to the right,
Where the dark object lies in her hand,
And immediately she wonders,
As she holds it close to her face,
"Is it worth it?"