She's alone in actuallity,
Only a few things hold her to this reality.
Others rebuke her for her mental absents,
No one knows when she relapses.
She holds herself together,
With nothing stronger than a few letters.
The music substitues her heartbeat,
When she's forced out on the street.
Torn apart from the inside,
The ramifications intenseify.
The things that tie her here,
Aren't working to emotionally adhere.
With a gun in hand,
And a wish that she wouldn't be tied to this land,
She contemplates all the things that complicate.
She wishes things weren't so bad,
With all she had.
She wishes things weren't broken,
But who was she joking?
The weight in her palm,
Shifts to the song,
As the record records her last words.
But she knows they won't be heard.
In the background,
People fighting ensues,
The reason she wants to loose.
Music plays to her final phase,
And With a last breath she finishes life's maze.
Apologizing for what she's not,
Pleaing for heaven to save her a spot,
Speaking her last thought,
She loaded the gun with a single shot.
She hoped all would be well,
After exiting her physical hell,
When she finally fell.
Painting her walls with crimson,
The music was all that would listen,
Witnessing her deaths decision.