She’s barely breathing, lying in the hall.
What she just did, she can barely recall.
The knife’s still in hand as her blood pours
And stains the white carpeting of the floor.
Everyone had gone to the Christmas party
To spread cheer with the rest of the family,
And against her own will she was left to stay.
So she was left alone as they were all away
She didn’t care about gifts underneath the tree
Because there were none, not for her at least.
All she really wanted though, was not to be alone
But there she was, neglected, forgotten, unknown.
“Maybe if I die tonight, they’ll remember me,”
She thought to herself as she cried helplessly.
Her vision slowly blurred into a dark pitch black.
This mistake they’ll regret, for they can never turn back.