Passing By

• Celeste Wells, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2013

As life passes by,
She sits there waiting to die.

Using her last bit of hope,
She uses a blade to try and cope.

Seeing her blood she begins to realise,
That nobody cares whether she lives or dies.

She says her final goodbye,
As she plans to die.

She looks at a knife,
As she plans to take her life.

She grabs the knife and plunges it deep,
Watching slowly as her blood begins to seep.

Soon she's lying in a pool of blood,
With her mind clear as mud.

Finally she has acquired,
The death she desired.