She Committed Suicide Poem by Randy McClave

Her life was just a curse
Now, it will never get any worse,
She lived a short time and then she died
Last night, she committed suicide.

Many see this world filled with joy and care
But, she couldn't find it anywhere,
Whereas many have a place to run and escape
She covered her soul, up in a drape.
She got tired of asking others for help
And then being treated like a whelp,
So, she alone came up with her own resolution
She decided upon a very quick solution.

She looked for an escape and an easy way out
She saw only one road with the same route,
Her life in memories is now a debtor
Now, it won't ever get any worse, or any better.

Randy L. McClave