suicide | Scribes Ink.

She walks gracefully to center stage
The harsh stage light blinks onto her face
She looks beautiful but her face is contorted
Her lips are silently moving, something is distorted
She unzips her dress and reveals
The wounds she has self-inflicted that have not yet healed
And her skin is clinging to her bones
Her ribs are broken and exposed
The audience claps, they think she’s perfect
She thinks the pain she endured has been worth it
Then the mic turns up, it’s her cue
She knows exactly what she must do
The words dance out of her mouth
Wowing the entire crowd
Including me, she’s so talented
Too bad suicide has inhabited
Her brilliant mind
She must be blind
If she cannot see that she has always been perfect
That the pain she has endured has not been worth it
By the ending of the show, I’m cheering and crying
Because I’m proud of her but I know inside she is dying