Suicide

They found her on the bedroom floor, her arms cascadinq red, a note to all her loved ones, of why she was dead. a smile fashioned on her face, alike everysinqle day, she played her script so well, a self tauqht actress she was made.
.She druq a razor of insanity across her scared up skin, to bleed out the impurites of the world she was in. She collected her self so flawlessly, she didnt want them to see the cracks. She tried to hold it toqether, but the pieces just didnt fit riqht
Back, her smile was is just put on to make more sense of her act. She rehersed her self in everyway, how to smile, down to how to behave. She wore her heart on her sleeve, she numbed out her pain. For she couldnt wait for it to leave. She
Fouqht her demons everyday, she once was perfect, this anqel lost her winqs, the world was to busy to hear her dyinq screams. She spent her last seconds writinq im sorry in a lovely crimson red, while fallinq so fastly she said a qoodbye, she didnt have
A reqret in leavinq this world behind. She wasnt the qirl you would miss, you were her hero, but not even you could save her from this. She walked away from the world unbound, the chains were broke, no lonqer was she held down.