She tried to cut her veins out.
She wants to die with no doubt.
Nothing is working to expire her life.
Not even the slice of the sharpest knife.
Death is what she wants.
Her mind is what her thought haunts.
Suicide capsule should take it all away.
Suicide takes her to the burning hell she calls her get away.
Paradise in hell.
Hell serves her well.
Escape the cruel world we call home.
With six billion people how she feels so alone.
Music is her only true friend.
The only one who doesnt turn their back in the end.
The red-orange embers at the end of a cigarette.
Resembles all the time she will ever get.
The closer they come the farther she falls.
The less words said the longer the calls.
She writes her final goodbyes with a red pen.
Showing all the places she has been.
