Pain Leading to Death

She begged for death.

The pain wouldn't cease.

Pills were scattered across the floor.

Her wrist was painted in blood.

Tears rained down her cheeks.

A bottle of whiskey was at her side.

Her endless thoughts repeated.

She wanted to end this suffering.

The gun was in her hand.

She pointed it at her temple.

Then a man walked in the door.

She put the gun down and cried.

That day she cried for help.

All she asked for was to be wanted.