Passion For Death

She’s falling, falling
Down a dark hole
With tears in her eyes
She’s losing her soul

Happiness is slipping
Slowly slipping away
And depression is creeping
To haunt her today

Her life is now flashing
Quickly in her head
Remembering what’s happened
And the things that they said

She tries to stretch
High in the air
To grip onto something
But nothing is there

She looks down the hole
And her hope has been lit
Her heart’s filled with passion
Death has now filled it

A passion for death
As she continues to fall
She’s tired of messing up
And ruining all

She continues down
As she anticipates death
But the waiting’s too much
She craves her last breath

In her pocket, she remembers
A shiny sharp blade
With this, her passion for death
Can finally be made

She pulls back her sleeves
And drags it in her wrists
Her passion for death
Is all she will miss

Sorry I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been going through a lot of hard times. Let me know what you think about this one. I honestly believe the last two stanzas, or at least the last one, are sort of rushing the end. Maybe you have a different opinion, let me know. Thanks.
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