Suicide's Last Meal

She poured herself a glass of bleach
And lit her last cigarette in the pack
She sat at the table
With the lights turned off
And let the acid slide down her throat
Her cheeks were stained with bruises and tears
And her scars kept singing
When the silence grew too loud
She poured herself another glass
Her stomach began to churn
But she didn't want to stop
The butt of her cigarette fell to the floor
And her face met the cool metal table
The last glass of bleach
Sat empty right beside her