The Hush Hush Note

 
 
A young girl  
The age of sixteen  
Burst through her bedroom door  
Slams it shut  
Locks it tight  
 
Her face hot and red  
From embarrassment  
And anger  
Crystal tears run down her cheeks  
 
She is not popular  
An outcast  
Always hidden in the shadows
She thinks she will never fit in
She thinks so little of herself  
Scars all up her arms  
She thinks she will never be noticed  
That she is trash  
That she doesn't need to live  
 
She takes a blade  
And cuts along her arms  
In jagged,  
Burning  
Bloody patterns  
 
She then opens her door once more  
When no one is home  
She decides it is her time  
To die  
 
She runs down the basement stairs  
She pulls out a broken chair  
Up to her room  
She places it just before the ceiling fan  
And she is out again  
 
She runs to the tool-shed  
And retrieves a rope  
She knots it into a strong noose  
And ties it to the base of the fan  
She takes a deep breathe  
 
She grabs a pen  
And paper  
As she writes her three final words
"I'll miss you."
Tears well up in her eyes  
 
She kisses the note  
Leaving a perfect pair of glossed lips at the bottem  
She holds the note to her heart  
And stands on the chair  
The noose round' her neck  
 
She stares at the note  
And for once she is happy  
But then  
She thinks  
About her friends  
About her family  
She could never hurt them like this  
 
She tries to slip out of the rope  
But before she can  
Disaster strikes  
The chair, already broken  
Snaps under her weight  
 
Her body dangles  
As the lip gloss kissed note falls to the ground  
And a crystal tear runs down her cheek  
Once more