Broken tears,
Cold gray ashes.
dreams are ruined,
hopes are lost.
slowly letting herself go,
she pours the gasoline,
onto her beautifel body.
she lights a match,
everyone watches.
she doesn't scream or cry.
she knows what she wanted,
and why she commited,
her suicide,
that day.
she wanted to die,
faster than blood from her wrists,
or from her eyes,or a suicide kiss. no tears,
no screams,
just cold gray ashes.
