A Suicide

The mascara,
Smeared across
He face,

A strange mask
Of white
And black

And red,
Blood red,

Blood of
The angels
With their wings
Ripped off.

Behind
Her eyes
There lies,

A shattered,
Battered
Human soul.

Liquid crystal
Runs down
Her face,

Breath hitches
Rasps
In her chest,

Knife held
Tight
To her
Breast.

As
She cries,

Her spirit
Dies.

And
The faces
Of
The clowns,

Stupid red,
Fake smiles,

They laugh
And taunt,

Driving her
Deeper
Inside.

And they
Don?t care

That they make
Her cry

And they
Don?t care

That they make
Her wanna die.

Just laugh
They?re little
Asses off

And taunt her,
Tease her,
Hit,
Poke
Laugh at her,

Slowly
Kill her.

The mascara,
Smeared across
He face,

A strange mask
Of white
And black

And red,
Blood red,

Blood of
The angels
With their wings
Ripped off.

As the
Liquid crystal
Flows,

She takes
The knife,

Pushes down,
Soft
Pure flesh,

Rakes it
Across

White,
Already scarred
Skin.

Only lower.

Blood flows
In little rivets.

From her
Now slit
Wrists.

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