It was Meant to be

She was alone
And being alone lead to screams
The screams gave the feelings of hatred
Hatred turned into cutting
Pain was coming from cutting
Which lead to fears

Fears were set to regrets
Sorrow faded
Pain came back
Hating everything
Nothing ever working out
She took the rope
Threw it over the tree
Tears racing down here face
Set the ladder
She stepped up
First step
Stomach jumps
Second step
Becomes week in the knees
Final step
Chest tight
Hard to breath
She fits the rope perfectly around her neck
She steps off the ladder
Falls to the ground
Realizing she forgot to tie the rope