She's gone

She's gone, gone from this world.

Not even her closes friends can help

her now.

She's lost all hope of ever finding

happiness.

Everything she's sees just reminds

her of how unhappy she is.

All she feels is worthlessness.

Why is she such a screw up?

Drinking and partying when she

knows it's not right.

Is this really what she's come to?

She's given up on life.

No longer wanting to live in its

grasp.

Faltering quicker and quicker

each day.

Everyone will be better off with

out her.

Life as we know it would be great

with out her.

No longer having to put up with

her mistakes.

She wouldn't be able to disappoint

anyone else.

To make anyone else upset.

Is this really her end?

She is hanging on the edge.

Debating whether not to hold on.

Slowly removing one finger

from the edge.

Nothing can stop her from letting

go now.

She falls quickly to the bottom.

Not knowing what awaits her.

But she doesn't care.

She is done with this life.

Tired of always being a failure.

Sick of being a disgrace in her family.

So this is her end.

She's given up.

She's gone.