Life has gone too far.
For her it is rough.
She tied the rope.
She has had enough.

Her family gone.
Subject of alienation.
Life is a radio
done with this station.

She hangs the rope,
sets up the stool.
Misfortune is the entity
which made her a fool.

"It gets better!" they say,
but she remembered with dread.
Standing on the stool,
a tear was shed.

Maybe if he came back...
It's a frivolous hope.
Dismissing the thought,
her neck embraces the rope.

She saw the light,
as she kicked out the chair.
"You're safe now," said Death
"Life never learned to be fair."