Letters spill against a blank white paper
Words forming the suicide letter
As splotches of salty tears
Begin to smear black ink
Into crimson blood
Mixing and combinding
As the warm puddle grows
As the soft sobbing slowly fades
A young life gone yet again
Cold polished stone
With an empty angel face
A strangers name
Someone no one knew
Gone forever
A waste of time
A loss of life
Someone who could not bear strife
A pathetic soul
A weak little girl
Just one meaningless loss
To the entire world
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