Standing Over Her Mothers Grave
Mourning Over A Life Not There
The Grey Skies With The Soft Falling Rain
Beating On Her Hair
The Rain Discuised
Her Weeping Eyes
And Slits Apon Her Wrists
All She Could Do Is Cry

She Stands Alone
Her Soul Deprived
Over Her Only Love
No Longer Alive
Deep Inside Her Bag
Was A Silver Blade
This Is The End
Her Choice Had Been Made
She Took It Out
And Hesitated At First
Wondering What Would Happen
Probably The Worst
She Couldn’t Think
It Happened To Fast
Her Life Was Over,
Over At Last
They Found Her There
On Her Mothers Grave
Motionless And White
To Reality, No Longer A Slave
Ingraved On The Stone
Was Her Love For Her Mom
And This Is The End
Or A Life Gone Wrong.