End of the Line

Why does she even try?
As you can see, again she’s in torture
Yet another guy has ditched her, and he doesn’t care
She really thought that they had something
She guesses that she was wrong, again
What else is new?
She can’t stand the hate anymore
“What’s wrong with me ?!” she asks herself
The answer? Everything
She can’t do anything right
She writes a love poem to her love
He loves it, but just minutes later, reveals to her to truth : it’s over
That’s right, her life, it’s over
She should just stop trying and just drop dead
It doesn’t matter, no one will notice, no one will care
He just has no idea what the hell he’s done
It’s just not fair, and no one cares, no one sees it
Their words don’t help her sadness
She gently walks to her room, shuts the door, and locks it
Welcome to her death chamber
She looks at herself in the mirror, she can’t help herself
She smashes it into a thousand pieces
The mirror represents her shattered heart
She picks up the sharpest shard that she can find
Pulls it up to her tiny wrist
End of the line
This is the end

May 2005