"I can't do this anymore"
Her voice is desperate
Tears and mascara rivers
She pulls at her tangled blonde hair
Red scars along her right arm
A broken bird
Already a ghost (disappearing)
"I can't do this anymore, Grace."
"Rose-" but she is past listening
"I have to end the
Pain."
And then she is falling
And I scream but
She is a golden-haired angel
Learning to
Fly.
