Her Final Act Poem by Fallen Pixie

as the tears fall, she whispes she is sorry.
She just can not take this brutal attempt
for a life, it is slowly killing her.
It takes more of her self day by day.
Her heart breaks as the thougths of the
o'desired one pass through.
her body crumples as she remebers all
to well what has come.
She said she would never be able to
live without the o'desired one,
now she is wondering if that is not true.
it is a struggle just to wake up in the morning,
and put on the charade for those she loves,
it is getting to hard, the smile to fake,
it is not covering the pain undreneath
like it is supposed to.
She is running out of ideas for survial.
She stayed with her for as long as
possible now she is falling apart.
This is her final act she can take no more.
she lays her head down on the wet pillow
fresh with the tears of a broken heart.
she whispers she is sorry, as her voice
shakes, she says i will always love you.
But this is what has to be.
She closes her eyes, and lets the waves
wash over her pulling her under until
she can no longer feel.
this is her final act, she tried so hard,
but even the best lose the greates battle.