d o n e

seclusion isn't always safe

“What are you doing in that room of yours?” Her parents questioned.

“Why can you never hang out with us?” Her friends wondered.

“I can tell you’re getting better.” Her therapist concluded.

“An art project.”  She told her parents.

“I’m busy.”  She lied to her friends.

“No. I’m really not.” She wrote on the letter to her therapist.

“Isn’t it pretty.” The broken girl muttered to herself, pointing at her wrist where one word was written in blood.

The sad child soon fell down and passed out, mumbling one word as she did,

“Done.”

Reviews

[Unsungman]

Poignant. Without travelling excessively with words, you made your message loud and clear. Bravo!!!