For she was alone.
Crying she numbed.
But this was now home.
A solemn hymn she hummed .
But she lived for this.
As she floated fast away.
Hoping for one last wish.
She looked for some escape.
But razors didn't work.
Nor did her heart.
The lighter burnt.
She slowly fell apart.
But none of this felt good.
None of this felt right.
She never felt like she should.
She now cries.
