My Unclean Slate Paper

She's at it again

She's at it again
Believing in false promises
She's at it again
Drinking to drown herself to be painless
She's at it again
Suppressing her mind from deaths
She's at it again
Counting the possibilities that she might
feel his breath
She's at it again
Can someone save her?
Will someone be able to reach her?
Today she reached the maximum level of
dying
How cruel the world, she thought
How keenly the people are, she thought
She has given up
She has finally set everything free
She has finally let go of the possibilities
To he, may you not come back
To he, may you not feel what i felt
To he, may you be happy
To he, may you realize your wrongs
Because believe it or not
She's done.