She didnt say a thing

She didn't say a thing, she didn't say anything, not a word not a sound, she didn't say a thing as the blood trickled down as her world came crashing down,here she lies in the ground because she didn't say a thing, she didn't say anything, not a cry, not a breath the moment before her death,i asked what she wanted her gravestone to say, she came close but no she didn't say a thing,her hands around her neck, the pistol to her head, anything but the blade, the blade was her best friend,and in the end, she didn't say a thing,

Disclaimer
I dont condone cutting or self harm, this is a fictional poem!