(By SweetGirl)

She goes to bed,crying-til she falls asleep

She dreams dark dreams-of her endless weep.

Sun shines through the window-she’s dreading the wake

Sun shows no mercy-in the day it will make.

She drags herself up-and crawls out of bed

She seems alive-but feels so dead.

Unplugs the phone-locks the door

Sits alone-on the cold,hard floor.

Cloudy thoughts-haunt her mind

She begs for an end-an escape to find.

Thoughts getting stronger-she can no longer bare

She makes up her mind-that no one will care.

She runs to the bathroom-and grabs her pills

One~by~one,in her mouth-she fills.

She looks in the mirror-and says with a smile

"It’s almost over-just a little while".

She lays on the floor-begins counting sheep

This Day has it’s grip-but,HER,it can’t keep.

Eyes getting heavy-she lets them close

Her Misery,inside-no one knows.

Counting slowly-her sheep start to spin

...7.........8..............9..............................10.