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She had everything made, and she died anyway. Maybe she never deserved her good luck.
Went to school to learn about failure.
She had everything she wanted,
She was empty.
Sometimes she’d look around and see the smiling faces,
The hopes, the dreams, the love, the loathing.
She never caught on to the point,
It faded together in her mind,
Trying to make head or tail of life.
She saw the pretty colours and she saw the flashing lights,
She saw the happy years that lay before her.
She couldn’t stand the light,
So she left it all behind,
Blew her brains against the bathroom walls.
She could have stood a chance,
But she didn’t understand.
The constant need to self-destruct,
She looked inside and hated what she saw.
Maybe she was weak and wasting oxygen by breathing,
Maybe she was tragic, poor attention-seeking whore.
She had everything made,
Still she died anyway.
Left to fill the gap inside her angry soul.
She didn’t leave a goodbye note,
She didn’t leave a hole.
Just another broken family
To bury her in her favourite black dress.