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.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
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.
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