She said she needed liberation, release ...

From the weight she carried

What she did was an act of revenge.

Revenge, for all the wrong doings the world committed against her.

It was not suicide

Because suicide is such a stagnant word, half-hearted and sugar coated.

No, it was not suicide.
Not when she smiled so sincerely.

That word is not so, for the one the one who committed the act, but for who was left behind to clean up the aftermath.

Who was branded deep down in their soul, making sure to never allow them to forget.

It's for the ones who despite their love for her, hurt her unintentionally.

For the ones who wanted to help but didn't know how or were ignored.

And the ones who will continuously pick up shards of their shattered existance for the rest of their lives.

Forever wishing they could have done more.