Forgotten

A single red rose laid upon a coffin,
she was a loner, forgotten by the world,
she took her own life, not knowing the wonders of love.
She cried her self to sleep every night,
taking pills to take away the pain in her beating heart.
She took the razor making crimson show on her wrists,
She watched as it spilled onto the floor.
She left her note on her pillow,
wishing not to be forgotten anymore even after death.

-Katie Hayes