Overwhelmed anger

Depressed tears

Constant mood swings

For so many years

Reaching the limit

Closer and closer

Ignoring her expressions

It’ll soon be over

September 28^th

Sweet sixteen

Never pictured

But a suicidal teen

Strong hatred

Towards everyone around

Innocent little smiles

Soon to be frowns

Severe denial

No self- respect

If she changed her reputation

What would you expect?

Hiding in the dark

Avoiding the light

One small step

Turns into a fight

The button is pushed

Hello suicide

Any last words it asks

Yes, good-bye