A tear drop a second
A new slice every hour
To her death beckons
And her it shall devour
She sits all alone
On the floor of her shower
While death sits on its throne
Show-casing its power
Her tears quickly fall
And she lies down defeated
Blood smears the wall
As she continues bleeding
She breathes slow breaths
As she slowly fades away
Plummeting to her death
And she begins to pray
She knows not of God
She never prayed before
But she still pleads Oh Lord
Please send an open door
She is coming to her end
Her heart rate begins to wither
Her body energy is spent
And she begins to quiver
Her body feels light
More light than a feather
She has given up her fight
To ascend to her Father
Her slices a dull ache
Her pain no longer strong
Her body no longer shakes
That's it She's gone
Why did she end her life
Was it the lack of love
Was it her pain or strife
What was she empty of
If she stayed a little longer
Maybe we would have known why
What broke through her boarders
And made her choose to die
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