Overdosed on heroin,
She spaced out in nihility.
Her mind was full of emptiness,
She had lost her dignity.
She hated her masochistic ways;
Deep cuts on her wrist,
Bruises on her face,
Gave her reasons not to exist.
Her eyes filled with guilt,
Alcohol gushed in her veins.
With smoke in her lungs,
Her existence seemed so vain.
She pretended to be strong,
But couldn't help breaking down.
Wanted to drain out her thoughts,
So decided to write them down.
"I'm sorry for existing",
Was the last sentence she wrote.
She wasn't writing a poem,
But her suicide note.
