Hearts broken,
Tears fallen.
Thousand promises turns blank.
Cold and Alone, body shivers,
End of the road, hope quivers.
Razor by hand she foolishly think,
“Should this be the end?
Shall heaven be my guide?
Leaving the plains of sorrow,
once my body die?”
With a pencil she writes, to her love ones goobye.
Than she looked at her wrist, letting the razor blade slide.
She closed her eyes and smiled, bidding farewell to her stress.
As her blood rushes out, absorbed by her dress.
Slowly she sits, as the world starts to fade.
Only now did she ponder, has the right choice been made?
Yet all is too late now, can’t go back as before.
But no one will miss her, there is nothing to live for.
So that is how she passed on to a world far away,
All she left behined, was saddness to this day.
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