Death was her destiny
As each day past she pretends to be happy
She puts on fake smiles and laughter
But inside it so empty
Not knowing what to do about it
She does the unthinkable
It is sharp and smooth
She press down not so hard the first time
The pain of the day catches up with her
She hits the vine
She see’s it clear
Its all her ,
She knows there is help
but its to late
Her body found laying on the floor, a note next to her saying............
Sorry for the mess
Sorry for not asking for help.
Sorry most of all for the person who found her

 
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