Softly resting
Upon a table,
Dressed in white.
A cushioned bed
A relaxed face,
Toxic chemicals in their face
A beautiful sleep,
A beautiful rest,
Never to wake up
Lucky they are,
Happy they must be,
Never having to be wrecked again
Bruises and cuts hidden,
Her special necklace resting gently on her chest,
She did what she had wanted
Other 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.
