Hanging from this ceiling dangling from this rope,
A motionless body with sad eyes and scars upon her throat,
Limply hanging staring at you with her dull emotionless eyes,
Waiting in pain counting the moments until she dies,
Her face is twisted in pain blood gushing from a wound,
A girl who had so much to live for but why'd she end her life so soon?
Gashes on her body the blood starts pouring out,
She died feeling unloved by everyone she cared about,
She died not knowing she was loved not knowing what was real,
The scars upon her body describes how she used to feel,
She chose this way out because she didn't know what to do,
Didn't she know that there were so many people she could have come to?
Flowing wild hair a note crumpled in her hand,
As you slowly read it you will start to understand,
Holding back your tears while staring at a note which read:
Everything is better now, now that I am dead,
Don't morn or grieve for me for to long,
Because soon you will realize that what I did could NEVER be wrong,
Please forgive me and don't cry when people stop and stare,
And promise me you will remember me and keep me in your prayers,
Sadness passes in the days to come but I can promise you this,
This letter was written with love and sealed with my last kiss,
This mess should clean up easy except this blood such a deep red,
But everything is better now, now that I am dead.
