She sits there,

Alone.

With suicide on her mind.

It won't take much,

Just a little dig of her razor,

Or a little too many pills,

Or a gun,

Or a rope and a chair.

But,

There's something holding her back.

She wants with all her heart,

To just give up.

She's tired of fighting

The demons that constantly possess her.

She wants to

Just.

Do it.

But,

You hold her back.

She wonders if you care,

If you might actually like her.

If you would understand.

But,

She assumes you wouldn't.

She wants it to go away,

And death would be sweet relief.

So,

Without further hesitation,

She lets herself collapse.