As death creeps up to her window,
She has a simple plan.
If this time she can beat death,
Her life might start again.
It's her last resort,
For she is too sick of life.
This time she shall try it,
And hope it goes alright.
Slice her wrist but she is ready,
No matter what awaits.
This simple little issue,
Is going to determine her fate.
Blood starts to pour,
She grabs for the tissue,
But it's too late,
If only she'd sorted out that issue.
She's starting to get dizzy,
Her world begins to spin.
Her plan was unsuccessful.
She shouldn't have let death win.
Now she is surrounded,
By a pool of crimson-red.
All she feels is pain,
But soon she will be dead.
She starts to write her message,
Sending love to everyone.
She says her final goodbye,
For now her life is done.
