Bathroom Floor

She looked out the bathroom window
Taking in the beauty of the outside one last time
Looking back in the mirror
Seeing what had scared her once before
Looking back at her reflection
She was sure this was it
She picks up that cold piece of metal
In her now clay hand
Pressing the blade to her arm
A line for everything that was wrong
Her porcelain skin being engulfed in red now
This was it what her whole life led up to
Her body hits the cold hard ground
How could she be such a disgrace how
Once a happy girl
Now alone on the bathroom floor

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