Despair

Her fingers grasped her broken soul,
clinging to her empty being.
Only her eyes remained intact,
A mere corpse forced to live.

She took one look around the room:
All she could see was despair,
one of which none could compare
with. The floor, now crimson coloured,

was calling up to her, calling her down.
She knelt. Her streaming eyes
Rolled up to the ceiling:
She was praying for help…

She looked down at herself:
Her body was destroyed.
She took a knife, to cut her throat,
and killed herself out of despair.