Peace/Happiness

Happiness is but a thought,
a distant dream,
something far far away.

Coldness creeps up like a black cat,
shutting out all the light.
This is what her life is now,
dark and cold
with nothing at all to hold.

Such a sorry sight,
a pretty girl who lost life.
No reason for her to live,
no reason for her to breathe again.
Sitting in the bleak hours of day,
she does something she'll never forget.
She takes a sharp knife and slits her wrists.

Now there is nothing.
No cold darkness,
or happiness either,
just peace, as she's buried 6ft deeper.