Drama Queen - Direct Hit!

She stares in the mirror

Tears fall to the sink

She’s fat, ugly, unwanted — or so she thinks

She’s the only one who can save herself now

But she’s too weak, and she doesn’t know how

She grabs a knife, she opens up her wrists

Lets out a muted shriek — blood runs down her fist

She lifts the knife

Lifts it to her throat

Slashes it open with one swift stroke

Blood spurts out like a shotgun blast

Her life is draining incredibly fast

She stumbles back, leans against the wall

Slides down into the pool of red on the floor

But all she can see is a white out

Her eyes glaze over — lights out

They found her body three weeks later

Her cats were so hungry they started to eat her