Every day she curses her very existence
she resents the life before her eyes 
carelessly she holds a knife up to her pearl laced neck 
roughly she scrapes along the beads 
watching the pearls fall covered in blood
she needs to feel alive, she's inadequate
She can't live on this way, she knows

She is not perverse she is not depraved
Look at her life, she has it all
remembering her predicament she scoffs 
All this time being furious
The misery, torment, and agony was for what?
Did these tribulation's help her 

Not now covered in blood, no not ever 
Pretend she will no more 
yielding herself to a unconscious state
Muffled beats of her heart she hears 
No signs of life around her 
She closes her eyes and releases her life
Her stiff body still supporting her 4 inch heels

          Felicia Mac