Suicide

The night comes but still she lays awake,
Feeling of no feelings,
Her mind a mass of wrong doings,
Like a swarm of bees engulfing her very being,

Blood drips slowly from finger to floor,
Ruby red - sticky - warm,
Her mind goes blank now,
A feeling of calm,

No need to worry just drift away,
But then a flicker of light inside her soul,
No! she cannot go!
she fights but does not move,
Too late....sweet dreams.