Two Ways to Death

She sat in the back of the car crying
In the back of the honda trying…..
Trying to come to grips with the reality of her reality
Deeply wish for a fatality
She doesn’t have the strength to do it herself
Or is it weakness to kill what she felt?
Flagging down flashing lights
No one stopping in the emerging night
Now she sits alone with her pain
Steady crying but you couldn’t tell in the rain
You know she is truly beautiful,
but the insides are turned ugly as a juvenile
There is no redemption from the sin
So she hides it all alone in the end
There is no happy ending to this story
Death comes in two ways I worry
Dead on the inside, poisoning her soul even further
Or she just ends it all, ceasing to struggle any further


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