The first few droplets of rain fall, splattering thier meyhem everywhere. Blood and water intermix with the texture of her skin.
'My God why have you forsaken me? ' she screams to he heavans in desperate serch for answers.
The blood flows thicker and faster now. A single tear slowly trickles down her cheek.
'Their better off without me' she tries to convince herself, 'it's for the best' she tries to justify herself.
Sad and alone she scribbles a few words on a scrap piece of paper. afraid and dizzy she falls to the ground and lands with a thud.
One last look at the sky, one last breath of air, she slowly closes her eyes and smiles.
In one hand a knife, in the other a piece of scrap paper, wet and stained with blood, the smudged writing reads
'i am free! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.