She died last night
What a terrible mess
She was so beautiful
Full of so much potential
Nobody could see the sadness in her eyes
She was good at hiding it
Nobody knew she had addictions that controlled her life
And as soon as she cut them loose
There was only one choice
She constantly talked about crossing over
To discover another sense
A possibility at a different life
Suicide was constantly written on her lips
or carved rather
with a blunt razor blade
Last night she died
What a terrible mess
She was so beautiful
I hope she is at rest