She came home that day
Face gloomy and red
She had made up her mind
She wanted to be dead
She pulled out some paper
A razor and a pen
And began to describe
About her life's end
As she wrote
She let the tears fall
Pouring out her feelings
Until there was nothing at all
When she was done
She smiled in satisfaction
She took the razor
An began the horrible action
She put the cold razor
Against her wrist
Cutting deeper and deeper
In which she couldn't resist
When she was done
She was a bloody mess
She simply laid down
And let death do the rest
