End It All

She picks up the bread, hungry and needing to eat.
“No,” they say. “You’re selfish. You don’t need to eat. You don’t need to take away from the rest of us.”
She puts it down without a word, and excuses herself to her room….
She lays down, putting up her feet.

They hate you and you know it, you’re a selfish, greedy girl.
Now is the time, you know what to do.
Go on, do it, end it all tonight, you’re not wanted anyway.
Go get your knife and give it a twirl.

As she lays on her bed, her head seems to lead her across her room to her knife.
She holds it, and goes to sit down on her bed, her hands shaking.
She knows what to do, that now would be ideal.
She wants so bad to just end it, and cease the pain that had been dealt to her all her life.

Putting your own hunger before others have had their fill,
You grabbed it, knowing you were taking from them.
Why not just end it, right here, right now?
Or are you a coward, and have no will?

Shaking, she slides her blade across her arm, drawing blood.
The sight of her own blood thrills her, and the pain is inviting.
She puts her knife down beside her, her hands shaking rather violently;
Watching the crimson from her arm pool around her in a flood.

Remember, all their afflictions are because of you.
What are you, anyway, save for a selfish brat?
A brat that is worth nothing, and will become about as much.
Go on, this isn’t rocket science, you know what to do.

She knows the still small voice is right;
She should, it would be as easy as sliding the blade along a vein,
No one cares anyway, who would miss her?
Most likely, they’d merely rejoice because they had prevailed with their might.

You know you deserve it when they hurt you and cause you pain,
You know you hurt them and that they wouldn’t care if you ended it all tonight.
In fact, you know close to no one at all would care.
Just go on, slide the blade along your arm, cut open the vein.

Tears roll down her cheeks as she finally gives in to the voice in her head, now sick of comforting herself with lies.
Her hand shaking worse than ever, she picks her knife back up, and slides it even down her arm,
Along the vein and watches as it opens and the blood comes rushing out.
Her last image is that of the glistening blood, then saw nothing through wide open eyes.