Her smile is beautiful,

like it will never fade.

but thats just the way,

this game is played.

   Inside shes is cursing,

at the pain she has to hold.

she is holding back hatred,

that can never be told.

    How forcibly hungery,

her eyes are for blood,

she wants to see it gush from her wrists,

forming a miniture flood.

a flood on the floor.

    That will hold many ideas,

she wants to feel in touch with her core,

and ease with her soul.

    She wants to feel no more hatred,

even if they think she is a fool,

she does not care anymore,

she wants her stories untold.

    There is no more time for goodbyes

her plan has a limit,

finally she sighs,

she has decided to go with it.

    She slowly slices away,

the soft warm flesh,

this must be finished today,

so she cuts herself faster

    Then she sees all her family,

bursts out in laughter,

she can see the world,

a much better place.

    So she continues cutting,

speeding up her pace,

finally she falls to the floor,

landing in a puddle of blood.

    The last time they see her,

its as shes burried in the mud,

the cries of her family,

are all that is heard.

    She is gone and they are sad,

her life went like a bird,

her life flew away,

as quickly as it had come.

    And her family regrets leaving her home that day,

for now she's dead,

and its not pretty,

its her family I pitty