Crash

[julia_love_much]

Slit her wrists,
call it a day.
She wants to sleep,
he wants to pray.

Pray for what?
She always asks.
What good is prayer
when fused with a mask?

Two xanax in,
she'd take the the bottle.
But if she fails,
She'll hit the throttle.

The gas pedal would stick,
her life would pan out.
She already knows
her time has run out.

Darkness surrounds,
she's deathbed bound.
The lack of her sanity
is all that was found.

The loved ones would mourn.
They would also move on.

But even without death,
she's already gone.