Grazing at the moon,
Thinking how time flew,

She wrote a note,
Her hands shaking wild,
“I’m sorry I didn’t say,
But my mind was messed up,
You couldn’t save me anyway.”

Holding a hidden blade,
Tightly with pain,
She drew a picture on skin,
Yearning,
Her life would expire soon.

Tightening the line around her neck,
A ghost smile played on her lips,
As she took her final breathe.

Now it’s all gone,
All over,
She’s greeting death.