She runs the water, it’s boiling hot.
She thinks about getting in, she better not.
But she knows that if she does, the pain will stop.
Because she knows if she gets in, she never will get up.
She steps into the bath, one foot at a time.
She’s crying and laughing, at the same time.
She lies back until, she’s surrounded by water.
She knows what will happen now, and nothing can stop her.
She thinks about everything, that life’s put her through.
She thinks about herself, she’s so screwed up: who knew?
She sheds one last tear, and then wipes it away.
She pushes her face under the water, and there it will stay.
She closes her eyes, and opens her mouth.
She starts to drown, but it is her own choice.
She knows the water will win, and she’ll die today.
But she’s feels glad, in a very strange way.
Because she’s had so much to deal with, and she hasn’t coped well,
She’s wondered time and time again, why no-one came to help.
But now the water has taken over her, and she slips away.
This troubled girl has died today.