I find her lying With a smile across her face. She looks as if she had accomplished something great. Glassy eyes stare at the ceiling, Frozen hands around a trigger. I look at her and wonder “why?” I find a note, the only thing written: “I hated the world, I hated myself, I decided it wasn’t worth the pain.” I realize, A pure heart with an abused brain can only go out so many ways. She went out with a bang.