Slowly losing all her hope, the pain, it never stops. The feeling of her heart in her chest, the feeling when it drops.
Slowly numbness fills her mind, beginning to give up. The happiness once inside, is beginning to disrupt.
Slowly she loses motivation to make it day-to-day, the girl has become so weak, she needs another way.
Quickly the girl realizes it’s time to end her life, she knows she can’t do it anymore, time to grab a knife.
Quickly the blood comes pouring out, she’s starting to see spots. You’re reading that same girl’s letter, connect the dot-to-dots.