Her torture; Her solution

She stands there with her wrists bleeding.
All her disgrace, defeating.

Her cry of loneliness.
her horrible life, it's all a mess.

They did her wrong.
They made her days miserable and long.

She cannot take it anymore.
What's there left to love for?

Tears run in a flood.
Her wrists streaming with blood.

Lifeless with misery.
Just trying to leave in a hurry.

Sinking into nothingness.
She'll miss no one, she must confess.

She's battered and beaten; such a sad sight.
Her life that's darkness; there is no light.

And on this cold and lonely night,
She won't think about the buts and mights.

She knows what's layed out for her life.
That's why she brings out the knife.

She will exist no more.
Just because of mind people tore.