She stares in the mirror
Tears fall to the sink
She’s fat, ugly, unwanted, or so she thinks
She’s the only one who can save herself now
But she’s too weak, and she doesn’t know how

She grabs a knife, she opens up her wrists
Lets out a muted shriek - blood runs down her fist
She lifts the knife
Lifts it to her throat
Slashes it open with one swift stroke

Blood spurts out like a shotgun blast
Her life is draining incredibly fast
She stumbles back, leans against the wall
Slides down into the pool of red on the floor

But all she can see is a white out
Her eyes glaze over - lights out
They found her body three weeks later
Her cats were so hungry they started to eat her