Her suicide.

by crazycarebear   Oct 24, 2009

The bottles of pills are empty,
Scattered across the floor.
The knife is red and bloody.
a note's taped to the door.
She sits there with a smile,
Thinking this will stop the pain.
She laughs and closes her eyes.
They will never open again.


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  • 11 years ago

    by Enigma

    =] good job