She can’t remember happy days
Before real life got in the way
The memories of people lost
Have left a hole within her heart
`
Shadows gather on her face
The smile is tight around her eyes
The steady beat within her chest
Is growing weaker by the day
`
Her mind is far from lasting peace
Which she left so long ago
The time is wearing at her grace
Each day she’s left more worn
`
Perhaps some day she will look back
And long to fix her past mistakes
For now she’s drowning in her ways
Lost within a haze of pain
`
Her spirit pushes at her now
Begging for a chance to change
She does not listen to it though
Much too little, far too late
`
The blood is rushing from her wrist
The bottle of her happy place
Lies empty on the floor
The rope is ready, taunt and high
`
The end is here, a choice to make
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