Softly resting
Upon a table,
Dressed in white.A cushioned bed
A relaxed face,
Toxic chemicals in their faceA beautiful sleep,
A beautiful rest,
Never to wake upLucky they are,
Happy they must be,
Never having to be wrecked againBruises and cuts hidden,
Her special necklace resting gently on her chest,
She did what she had wantedOther weep around her,
Everyone is in black,
But she hates that color.She hates black,
So I will not wear it.
I will not weep and sadden her.