poem
She is gone to where she belonged, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her mind was fucked and her heart changed.
How much worse things were left? She already had taken many acid tests.
She just wanted to go back to where she could start and begin all over again.
Dealing with her problem was not easy as she was condemned,
tired and running away from it was what she wanted.
She was totally not okay with her shit, which was killing her bit by bit.
If someone’s life is truly unhappy they should have the right to end it.
With every minute that went by, she was in more pain….more closer to death.
Everything around her hurt, everyone pricked her eyes like dirt.
Maybe there was something more. Maybe there wasn’t. She didn’t know.
There was a dark cloud hanging over everything, whenever she looked out of her window.
Her days had turned into the darkest moments of her life.
She was not sure if it would be fruitful to use a knife.
She used darkness to get rid of the exact same thing.
It’s the right thing to do, she was guessing.
She was doing her best with everything; someone was calling her name from her ceiling.
In no time she was standing on the stool, ready to dismiss her soul.
The rope perfectly wrapped around her neck like they made for each other.
Satan approved her death application; it was the end of her life session.
She closed her eyes, body relaxed, hindered air as her throat ceased.
Devil on her shoulder sighed a bliss and she stepped off into abyss.
“No need to miss me, I’m happy now” — her grip loosen, the death note fall on the floor.
She took her to where she belonged, as she couldn’t take this anymore.
