On the bathroom floor , razor in hand, pistol in the other. how painful was life for her that she came to this or how sad was it. the scars of life cut into her arm. she's been waiting for so long to do this. has ben fighting herself everyday when not even a shimmer of light shone in the dark world of hers.
Raising the gun to her head. not thinkinh what her death would say to her family and others who knew her, others who truly hated her. this is the day she would show them all how hurtful their words were. this is what they wished to happen. and it will. a gunshot heard. and so the death of this sad, lonely, girl had been commited. a suicide.
