Within a cool summer breeze
Laid a meadow where grass grew
No animals in sight and with it no trees
Above was nothing except the vast beautiful blue
In this land of forgotten memories
Three doors stood so brown and new

Years and years passed unseen
Until a young girl came one day
Her figure was amazingly lean
And produced a great display
With a birthstone of tourmaline
Her cheerful days has deplenished away

As she came to the first door
The scenes showed her miserable past
Starring at the pictures as she abhor
Being hurt and hated and harassed
As delinquents attacked her heart and tore
Leaving her determinations and desires so vast

She glanced away and continued on
The next door's wiring seemed to be loose
For it was blurry when came upon
Known as a hermit by remaining recluse
With all the negativity she drawn
No one seeing the frames of abuse

Trying to forget the past and present
She fearfully beheld her final dare
Standing there with such tremendous resent
Enraged her with darkness and despair
Seeing only a still event
Of the color black flooding everywhere

Deciding which door to overwrite
She choose none to reside
The girl left the meadow in fright
Feeling unwanted as she cried
So on a cold winter night
She committed suicide