Dying Poem by Gabrielle Nevercult

Horrible thoughts,
destroyed mind,
invisible soul,
depressed child.

Empty life,
confused head,
true lies,
everything dead.

Broken heart,
sad inside,
arrested breath
and closed eyes.

Helpless body,
cold at touching,
just too pale
to stand still battling.

Too late to worry,
too late to realize
that just a 'sorry'
can't make her revive.

All around crying,
'What has she done?
Hope they are joking,
is that for fun? '

But thats not a joke,
that's not for fun,
now dry your tears
'cause she's already gone.