In a world that was once her own,
she gained a lonely trance.
Lost in thought she took a plunge,
that involved a rope and a neck.
Her heart hammering she stood upon a creaking chair,
and spoke her final wish.
"To be free of this damned and cursed world..", she said.
"To be free of this lonely and suffocating dark...
...to die a painless death."
Taking a deep breath and looking down at her scarred arms,
she kicked the chair out from under her
and took the plunge of her life.
Oh no, but here's the twist.
The blanket was the rope and the chair was the bed.
She bolted upright,
alarmed and saddened.
Alarmed because of the dream,
saddened because that's all it was.
So I wrote this during algebra a few days ago and I was hesitant about putting it up here but obviously, I did so you know the drill. I'm not sure if I like it but oh well.
