You have to
realize that one day, she won't be here anymore.
One day, she's going to get pushed over the edge and
she's just going to,
Give up.
One day, the thoughts in her head will get the best of her.
The number on the scale disgusted her enough to tear apart her
skin.
The reflection she saw in the mirror was enough to make her cry
every night.
The words they said, that's what pushed her over the
edge.
She finally had enough of this life.
She didn't see anything worth living for anymore.
She didn't see that light at the end of the tunnel that
everyone's always talking about.
Or someone who cared enough to tell her that she was worth
it.
It was over, she was done.
Just one bullet.
Just a bottle of pills.
Or a rope, or a knife.
Maybe a bridge or a car.
Anything that would take her away from a life like
this.
