A Blade, A Bottle, And A Gun

A blade, a bottle and a gun

She needed a way out
There seemed to be no other option
She needed to get away
To a place where no one could reach her

A blade, a bottle, and a gun

She would be grieved for a time
Some for all time
Others for the moment that they see
Her there

A blade, a bottle, and a gun

Everyone knew that she was low
Everyone could see the lack of life
In her eyes
They did nothing to help

They offered no words of comfort
No reassurances that it would be okay
That things will get better
Nothing
They did nothing

A blade, a bottle, and a gun

She was so confused
She did not know what path to take
She could not choose one
So she choose three

A blade…

Lies on the floor of her bedroom
Smeared with dry life
Dried blood
And a million lies

There was no hesitation
No light slices
Two deep, deadly slashes
Life meets cold steel

A bottle…

Is empty on the table
Not a pill was left
And not a moment of time
She swallowed them all

There was no water taken
She purposely did not eat
She swallowed them all dry
And let them consume her

And a gun…

There was not any need 
For more than one shot
That was all it took
And all she needed

The shell lies near her
Where did the gun come from?
Did it really matter?
She had taken it all with her

A blade, a bottle, and a gun

With these they found her
The instruments of her last moments
With these she took her own life
And with these she left us all

A blade, a bottle, and a gun

She left…
Without a word of goodbye…
And now we say goodbye…
To a body that will never answer…


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