The rain beat upon the ground,
The thunder that accompanied the only sound,
Behind a window, a girl could be seen,
Dressed in black, a mere sixteen.

No one else was tehre in that old creaky house,
Except for insects and perhaps a mouse,
But water was near, and firewood plentiful,
Perhaps this was God's way to show he was merciful.

She loathed God however, and never believed in him,
No one had cared for her, no love at all,
And because of this, around her she built a wall,
So time passed as always, making her more grim.

So she sat there thinking,
Staring, unblinking,
Unbidden, thoughts flowed,
As the soft lamp-light glowed.

She thought about much,
Of life and such,
But she always thought more,
Of death before.

'No one would cause any more pain and suffering to me,
And I hate everyone, no matter how nice they seem to be,
There's no truth in life, only lies spun by bastards and bitches,
I have been fooled for long enough by these evil witches.'

So this was a day when a life would end,
And she'd make sure this death no one could mend,
So she thought and thought, finding a way,
To end this wasted life, on this rain-filled day.

Her past was harsh; her present a nightmare,
Perhaps this is the reason why she didn't care,
She hated her backstabbing friends, her non-existant family,
The sorrow filled life she lived, all but a tragedy.

There she sat, almost drowning in thought,
But from that time spent, a great plan she wrought,
A painless death, no need to be messy,
She didn't see the need to be dressy.

In that lonesome house, found she a box,
Though it was sealed she had broken through the locks,
And inside she saw a beautiful dagger,
Certainly no belonging of some streetside begger.

Somehow it seemed almost surreal how it was there,
She just found the box as it one day, came out of nowhere,
Being curious, she opened it at last,
And there sat her means of freedom from the past.

Sitting in the bathtub, having nary a regret,
This would be the place and time; it was set,
She sliced her wrists then, causing the blood to flow,
And seemingly dimmer did the lamplight glow.

The water took away the life that was in her,
And soon her vision became but a blur,
As time passed more, she grew weaker and weaker,
But she was determined; she would not grow meeker.

It would end soon, that was for sure,
Her real life ended years ago, as it were,
So now was the end of a lie,
Because she would soon... die.

A girl in a bathtub, one with no name,
Letting her life go, ah, a shame,
But the decision was hers, this lonely child,
And for the first time for many, many years, she smiled.

-- Leon
15th of October, 2003
To Mandy.