As the screams grew, the hope decreased.
As the pain ranged throughout her body, the need failed to leave.
The endless crying, the love that's dying.
She never felt so alone, but did they hear.
No.
The yelling became to much, her hope ceased to exist.
The pain became to much and the need overwhelmed her. But did they know, no. Because no one stopped to listening to the crying daughter upstairs. To stop her when her hands shaking wild, body heaving, and the trigger on her head.
But then the yelling stopped.
The pain stopped.
The need stopped.
The loneliness stopped.
It all stopped...
But there laid her lifeless body, for if they listened they could of stopped the trigger from being pulled.