Suicide Poem by Ana Podarevska

Smeared and wasted,
Unmoving on the bathroom floor.
Grime and makeup under her nails
Because she tried to tear her mask off.
Plaster in her lungs
From the walls of her mind breaking down.
Verbal abuse in her stomach
From all the beatings swallowed, without a sound.
There's maggots in her mouth-
All the lies she was ever fed.
Her ears wont stop bleeding
From all false 'I love you''s that were ever said.
And when they finally found her, on her forehead it read:
'When you're broken all over, you're better off dead.'