Cinderella`s Flaw

Something I came up with a while back,one of my first poems I made when I started to write.

So she lays there,
Still on that floor,
The girl,
Everyone seemed to adore,
The knife,
Still cased in her skin,
Wrapped in the dress,
Apparently,
The glass slipper,
Did not fit.

So she ran,
Where she ended up,
Is where it began,
Back to the place,
To destroy herself.

He did not seem to care,
He wondered where she went,
So he left,
His own ball,
But he didn't know,
She was still down that hall,
Hurt and bruised,
He didn't know,
She felt so abused.

So it is,
Cinderella,
Dressed in yellow,
Found out,
She could end it all,
With just one simple flaw,
Took her one stab,
With just one grab,
She took the knife,
And ended her life.