| Before the table she sat in silence Pen and paper laid out before her Tears streamed lightly down her cheeks No one could make her thoughts differ The paper held only two sentences Written neatly in black was “This is the end” And below that lightly scrawled “With the pain you caused, there is no way I could mend” Thoughts rushed through her head Driving her toward her silent sleep Over and over she thought of his love And then in the end how he tore her deep She folded the paper in half as she rose to her feet And quietly placed it beside her bed Pulling the knife from the draw she placed it on her wrist And cut deeply, though not a word was said |