She stares in the mirror Tears fall to the sink She’s fat, ugly, unwanted, or so she thinks She’s the only one who can save herself now But she’s too weak, and she doesn’t know how
She grabs a knife, she opens up her wrists Lets out a muted shriek - blood runs down her fist She lifts the knife Lifts it to her throat Slashes it open with one swift stroke
Blood spurts out like a shotgun blast Her life is draining incredibly fast She stumbles back, leans against the wall Slides down into the pool of red on the floor
But all she can see is a white out Her eyes glaze over - lights out They found her body three weeks later Her cats were so hungry they started to eat her
