Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But they awoke one autumn day,
to find that she was gone.
She had no companions.
They left her to walk alone.
She had no possessions.
Just a deep want for a home.
Tied up in strings of grief,
In a world of black and white,
She couldn’t find solid belief.
Wrists cut left to right.
No one listened to her cries of sorrow,
They left her weeping till tomorrow.
She cast her eyes to the sky.
Longing to be a bird.
She wanted to go away from here, fly.
And then an awful scream was herd,
She had let go of all that was wrong,
And then she was gone.
