Endless death

Trying to convince the weird psy
that she wasn't creepy, just shy
Only laughing could make her hear
so she cut a sharp line from ear to ear

Holding her head on her wrist
vainly hoping to get her thoughts out of the mist
a cutaway smile where once was her mouth
only thing coming up in her mind was a depressive thought

When she finally put the gun against her sleep
she find out that she wasn't a creep,
pulled the tricker, painted the wall red
relieved but sleeping her endless death