Suicide

She doesn't wanna be forgotten,
which is making her contemplate if she should do it or not.

She's always apologizing for her awkward sadness.
She just can't help it.
The way light and darkness mix under her skin has become a storm.
You couldn't hear the sounds, but you could see the lightening in her eyes.

Promises don't mean a thing to her anymore.

She drowns in her own thoughts and she keeps them all in her head.
It's so hard for her to say these things out loud.
She's not sure if she can handle this anymore.
She doesn't care if she's being selfish.
She doesn't care if you don't miss her.
Because at this point it's just make it or break it.

They say that suicide isn't the answer.
But she says "I don't think life is even a question."

She didn't see the point of getting up every morning,
she had nothing to look forward to.
She became anti-social, stopped talking to everyone.
And still, nobody had noticed.
She hates herself more than anybody and reality continued to ruin her life...

Don't let her smile fool you, she's a wreck inside.
She just wants to be saved.
But nobody will save her.

She's still standing tall, but not for long,
it's just a matter of time until they all realize,
she's not who you thought she was,
happy and lively,
she was dying. Slowly.

She finally gave up.

She went home that day and made sure she was alone.
She went to the closet and put that chrome to her dome.

She took the gun and blew out her brains.

She didn't say goodbye.

She just went away.....