Living;is it a lie?

She was left alone,
she lay on the stone,
with the blood that lay,
she was far away.

She remembered what was dead,
because of his lies that he shed,
she was alone because of them,
now that she was alone, she knew she was a broken gem.

He had left her,
and now her eye site was blurred,
because of the tears that she cried.
she had to decide whether to live or die.

She decided to die.
She walked all alone,
on the streets below,

She walked on this street,
where it made her feel whole,
She stood there,
with her one last tear.

The truck never seen her,
she lie there dead,
he was sorry,
but she was glad,
now that she's dead,
no words from her can be said.

She is free now,
from that stupid little vow,
that truck man said sorry,
to that little girl who died!