An Angel has found peace...

The mirror is in front of her,

she looks up and see's only 

her own face, ugly and tired.

She looks down to her hands 

in the mirror, blood, blood everywhere,

the wounds on her wrist has opened again.

She slowly moves a finger over the wounds.

Scars.

She can't bare it anymore.

The knife lays on the bed,

and beside it a bottle of pills is open,

she is laying on the floor with blood all 

around her. 

Her blond hair is all messed

up, and the pale white skin is a sure sign,

she's gone, have found peace, her soul is free...

Author's Note

honest opinion, please :)

Reviews

[White Ink]

Emotional.. it's very sad indeed seeing young souls giving up on life.. *sigh* i pray and hope for everyone to find peace in life before death. Well done.

[Adam M. Snow]

It is tremendous