Drip Drip

The long gash through her honey brown skin.
The silver razor beside her,
Easily found in the house,
Given carelessly as if it were a new toy.
She sits alone,
In her own corner,
Scared of life.
She catches her own tears as they fall and wonders,
Why she had to be the one,
Why she had to be the one that people didn’t care about?
She lets her long chocolate brown hair fall around her face,
Full of despair.
She smiles a cynical smile full of fears,
Eyes still full of tears.
And then she whispers to herself,
“I just hate the life you have dealt”
So instead of continuing through her days,
She takes her life,
As her two parents,
Women and wife,
Sit beside and watch.