She climbed to the top of the buliding.
And below her were millions.
Millions watching her to see if she'd jump.
Millions that saw she was down in the dump.
Millions that weren't there for her but were eager to see.
See if she would jump and no longer be with you and me.
She was going through a lot at the time and she wasn't very happy.
'I could just end it all now and then my life wouldn't be so ******.'
'Wouldn't have to worry about rent, work, or the mean people in the streets.'
'Wouldn't have to wake up every morning and feel the feeling of defeat.'
Her mind was jumbled and frazzled and she was so scared.
Why was she up on this building people wondered, because no one cared.
She was ready to go, she was ready to jump.
And in one instant she fell to her death in one big thump.
The police were there to help get her down.
But they failed miserably, she had just commited suicide in front of the whole town.
She was all over the papers for the next 2 weeks.
She made a great topic to write about since she was such a freak.
She was swallowed into the pain that no one could see or decipher.
It's sad that she's gone and that no one could help her.
But she was in the state of mind that no one fix.
She's dead and that's something that no one could predict.
So sorry for your loss, Rest In Peace.
But now at least her soul is full of release.