U L T R A V I O L E T

XV

May 18, 19—
She was sad
I'd assume it felt quite bad
Every day felt the same
It left just as abruptly as it came
And it's such a fucking shame
She knew there was no one to blame
But her self, purely and entirely herself
Because how could she be as jolly as an elf?
She was hurt
Just like Mr. Kurt
You can't live in pain
With not a single gain
This is hard to say
But it's something that I must relay
Every day, all she could think about was death
I think she even passed her time with meth
She knew no one cared
So she never shared
The haunting death wish that loomed over her head
She just simply cried in her bed
A desolate ruin
Someone who never had a run-in
A simple hideaway
She knew she couldn't stay
So she walked to the bridge
That was just across from the ridge
She opened her arm span wide
God knows she tried
The grip of her feet slowly left the pavement
And we all know where she was sent
She became one with the big blue sky
And she never even said goodbye
-a.l.r