Anonymous Grief by Farzeen Rashid (16, Canada)

**Content warning: suicide.
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​A lonesome girl, 
Cursed by life. 
Her eyes veil mysteries, 
And she maliciously grips a knife. 
  
Her aggression in the form of a knife, 
Lay by her at the hush of night. 
The gruesome darkness at witching hour, 
Casts a spell of overdosing devour. 

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A swamp of her own apprehensive emotions, 
Like a wordlessly wild, deserted ocean. 
The cascade of satisfaction under every breath. 
While viciously planning a sudden death. 
  
They spat at her face and told her she's worthless, 
Didn't they know that she's been down feeling hopeless? 
They made her existence an eternal hell, 
And eventually down this rabbit hole she fell. 
  
A knife, fiercely sharp like her majestic mind. 
Her wrist, delicately fragile like her heart; hideously blind. 
She hears the sirens of her heart, 
Her veins bleed ink, and everything falls apart. 
  
Her thoughts resemble a psychotic, 
One cut wasn't enough, oh how so idiotic! 
Her soul shrieks for sweet sympathy, 
Every uttered word breaks down in a howl dizzily. 
  
Her pain is freed, 
She watches herself bleed, 
Her heart stops its beating rhythm, so oddly. 
Her melancholy soul leaves her wounded body.
  
She quit her life, 
By a kitchen knife. 
Another suicide down in history, 
And her name still remains a mystery.