Her blood dripped down her arms
As she wrote letters
When said goodbye to the world
Yet I didn’t get to say goodbye to her
what a cruel world
Not even a clue how to deal with depression
She just had to cope on her own
She couldn’t tell anyone
As her body dropped to the floor
She’s now
Gone
I lost someone I loved dearly to suicide
I miss her
She was and still is my muse
It’s too difficult and meaningful to give a tittle sorry