She did it.

She's sitting on the tile floor

Her bathroom

Has never been this much of a bore

A tear rolls down her cheek

Numbness takes over her feet

Her heart is pounding 

She feels like she's drowning

She grabs the bottle

And starts to swallow

With so many pills

Her problems are filled

With nothing more

Than death.

Her sight fades

Her body sways

Til she collapsed on the floor.

Now,

This tile floor

Was still such a bore

But still good enough

To die.

Author's Note

this one is kind of displeasing, but i hope it makes you feel something. tell me what you think!

Reviews

[lehy]

I like it. Nice rhyme. Can I say I would tweak the "Now, This tile floor" - it doesn't seem to fit, especially the word "Now". But really great - I love it.