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A short story in the form of a short poem about "her" committing suicide.
A drop of blood fell
On the bathroom floor
Her life is now a living hell
Then what was life for?
She dropped the razor and she shivered,
And looked at her newly-cut wrists.
Her thin white arms mildly quivered.
The pain! She can't resist.
She looked at the pattern on her arm...
Fresh, thin, red line she can see.
Her life so useless; her mind is so harmed.
To be apart of the living, she can nver be.
Her eyes were covered with warm tears...
Her soul was filled with hatred and fears.
She took some rope, her own neck she ties...
Then forever, she closed her eyes.