The blood on her wrist
Matches the ink on her note
"Goodbye, cruel world"
Was all she wrote
In a world full of pain
Torture and dismay
She seized the moment
And cut it all away
Now lying in a puddle
Tears in her eyes
She recounts all her mem'ries
And fear as she dies
As the days go on
And her body withers away
No one seems to care
Or take notice of her decay
But those that have known her
And, by far, known her well
Stir, not knowing
Of her deadly farewell
And as the days go on
There lingers no doubt
As to the nature of her musings
In diaries, written and strewn about
Alone, she was found
With naught but a note
And thus I do quote
"Goodbye, cruel world"
Was all she wrote
bleeding_bullets Community Member 
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