Tear stained face with a letter clutched in her hand  

She wondered if this really could be the end  

Blades put away, bottle gripped tightly in her shaky hands as she reached the edge  

Those years of pain, hurt and anger the wedge  

The wedge to her future, her future that is now severed beyond repair  

She never once tried to seek pity, her pain she never dared show or the death she tried to share?  

Who knew that something so simple as a message could ruin a persons day  

On that one fatal Day in late May.    Maybe now you can hear her words as she lies six feet under,  

You were too late though.

Her pain is over.