Respect Her

She sits crying
In a dark corner
Of a closet

She reaches for something sharp
And she drags it across her wrist
Waiting for the pain to die away

She feels it dripping
Running down her arm
Onto her leg
Dripping in the carpet

She bares down on the blade once more
This time she hits it...
She hits her destiny

She waits for the light
The light for a place better than here
Somewhere people will respect her