she lies in her bed
sheets drenched in tears of sorrow
her face so pale from her internal fight
her wrists show a fighter who could not win
a life to complex, engulfed in sin
her wrists expose her feelings of hate
the blood runs down at an extreme pace
draining the life she could not obtain
he body lies cold with no life
she gave up the fight
now she lies in an oak casket
below the ground
under an old widow tree
the winters come and the winters go
and there she is left alone
another loved one forgotten with time
her death a mystery
it was always "I wonder why"
