"Get the fuck out of my sight,"
The boy yelled.
"Before you have to see the light."
The small notebook she held,

Fell to the floor.
He ripped it from her fingers,
"You fucking bloody whore!"
He stays and lingers,

As she looks at the notebook.
Her work, her dreams, her plans.
Gone. Her whole body shook.
He finally looked with her. Her pale hands,

Bandaged heavily, clutched each page with care.
Each page listed each one of her flaws, and how to end it all.
"I don't know what to do. Everything feels hard. All I need is a prayer."
She looked so stressed, all those people around. She felt so small.