Her

She was her and didnt want to change,
She wanted be be perfect but was way out of range.
She wasnt scared of any one,
No one called her hun.
She wasnt scared of Death.
She wanted it more than anyone on meth.
She tried many things to get her chance at it.
She wanted every hit.
One day she got what she wished for.
Her heart stopped beating in her very core.
The knife still in her hands
She stil had around her wrists bands.
A letter with blood rested on the floor,
It said she couldnt take any more.
Now she rests on the cloud,
No longer able to be loud.
It was her last cast,
She was at peace at last.