The noose

She walks from a tower,

down to the woods,

she keeps walking,

determined,

never to stop,

but that's okay,

she arrives at a tree,

her plan in her hands,

she looks at the rope,

that hangs from the tree,

she stands under it,

takes the rusty chair,

puts herself in position,

then lets the chair drop,

Everything before this,

doesn't matter anymore,

she is invisible,

no one ever cared,

as you walk through the woods,

all you will see is the noose,

but the girl is still there.