She used to be a vibrant woman and now death has looked her into her face more ways then one.
A little saddened by her pain she goes through everyday, away went the fun.
Mentally ill, with her meds that she counts on to stabilize her brain.
Standing outside barefoot, feeling cooled down in the rain.
A woman who used to take charge of her own destiny and now she takes charge of her destruction.
A little on the wild side, grown into a glimpse of her youthful sin.
She had fallen into a rut of a vicious cycle and cautiously found her way into this nightmarish scene.
Her moods switched off and on, from down and out to mean.
She left her home and lives on the street.
Not a very good selection of people she did meet.
Now off her meds and a little spiteful she had become.
Lost in her mind and talking enormously out of her inconclusive dread.
Here lies the gun....
A little disgusted, the trigger goes off and right on the sidewalk, she lies dead.
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