Rain hits the window.
Her heart hits the floor.
What she once thought was love,
Was hate.
He used her.
Almost as if she was just a prize.
He never loved her.
Loneliness crept up on her.
It neglected to inform her
Of how hideous she was.
Darkness surrounded her.
There was no light,
No escape.
She kicked the stool out from under her,
Gasping for air,
But none could reach her.
She warmly welcomes Death,
Who was hiding in the corner.
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