Vanilla Hope

Just a vanilla girl,

In this fucked up world.

She thinks about the liquor in the kitchen,

She thinks about the rope in the garage,

The pills on the side.

She thinks about the blade in her purse.

She thinks about the overflowing water,

The water cascading down the tub,

She thinks for just a moment,

She thinks about her new granddaughter,

The family she so adores.

She thinks of the happiness in her sons eyes,

She thinks of the new hope,

The love of her best friend.

She reaches for the drink,

She reaches for the rope,

The pills on the side.

She grabs the blade from her purse,

She walks to the bathroom,

The water now a steady flow

She pours the poison down the drain,

She makes a swing for her babe,

She bins the tablets.

She sheathes the blade,

She turns the tap

She pulls the plug.