Shame comes with fame,
And she realized that she had tarnished her own name,
She gave herself another chance to carry on;
Again and once again,
But it was all in vain.
She tried to make everyday seem better,
And laugh along with all her friends who were bitter.
She knows that self harm is a waste of time,
And isn’t willing to repeat that futile crime.
She probably discerned the fact that hell is more peaceful than earth,
And planned of making a trip to hell hoping it would be worth.
It might be awful to see your daughter dead!
But sir, you haven’t noticed the tears she shed.
Also please don’t check her browsing history!
Let the reason behind her sudden death be a mystery.
This poem is written in third person as I didn't want to burst into tears at the park while writing this poem.