Suicide

The room began to spin,
The blood began to pour.
She thought she had to do it,
She couldn't take life any more.

Each morning, she wished,
She nevar rose from her bed.
She hated her life,
And wished that she was dead.

She but on a smile,
But inside she was torn.
She just wanted it to end,
As if she'd never been born.

The room began to spin,
The blood began to pour.
She began to feel dizzy,
Until she lay dead on the floor.