Her gun was cocked.
Her bullets locked.
Suicide’s not so easy without bullets.
Especially when you’re ready to cock and pull it.
In sudden panic she reached for her razor.
Who would have known her mom would have
been there to save her.
She rushes, as it gushes, to the hospital.
She was a luckier one.
A new life, cold and silent.
One without abusive violence.
She was stuck in the hospital.
Counting her fingers and toes.
Her scars still show,
The things that no one knew.
The reason why she wanted to go.
Was something of a sort you’ll never know