Uneccesary Suicide

She always wonders, why she's so unloved.
When her beauty bewilders, and she's a gentle dove.
She's tried it all, to find some hope.
Yet she can only fall, to find with what she cannot cope.
Her tears hit the floor, resounding like thunder.
She cries for just a little more, relief from being torn asunder.
Salty tears now so bland, little is she still sane
She looks at scarred hands, vicious cuts to take away pain.
She no longer sleeps, she can no longer eat.
Into her heart black poison seeps. She can only admit full defeat,
Her tiny body shakes, trembling with fear.
Her heart can only quake, her mind so very unclear.
She slowly faints, then soon departs.
She never knew she was a saint, in many untold hearts.