She wanted to live in a land of happieness
She visioned existence in a blithesome world
She had found herself no longer sane
Accompanied by imprudence
To end life or go on in agony?
Hindering mortalizm or bringing about?
Death, so far but yet so close
The knife shook in her hands
Inches away, but too close to stop
She'd had enough mediocrity locution
Neotic fools put her in misery
Misery brought her here
Tears poured from her gentle eyes
No one loved her anyway
Is what she thought
No turning back now
All the force in her body,
Went into that knife
Into her chest
And she layed in pain until she was dead
 
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