Final Fall

Looking back on her marriage, the remains of her life.
Glancing at the kitchen counter, she picks up the knife.

She runs the blade across her wrists, her hand starts to shake.
Soon the pain will stop, and this will all seem fake.

Her house now in shambles, a hole in the roof.
Happy memories flow, her daughters first tooth.

The first marriage, she was merely a child.
Given five years, the divorce had been filed.

She winces as the blade, cuts through her skin.
Feeling drops of blood, the pain buried within.

Rinsing with warm water, blood flows down the drain.
Along with her life, like an early express train.

Feeling unstable, the room is turning hazy.
She feels her way to a chair, he always said she was lazy.

Its almost all over, life is coming to an end.
Seems she never receives, the love her daughter does send.

A change of mind, a swerve of plan.
She doesn’t want to die, because of one man.

She clutches her wrist, and then the wall.
Everything folds in, as she takes her final fall.


.......... On a much happier note, has everyone seen my cool ass Carebear undies? =P