She stands in the dark, her gun in hand,
ready to leave this ruined land.
The land that betrayed her in every way
that forced her into darkness, decay.

She loads the gun, one bullet is all,
one bullet to rest, one bullet to fall.
The people that left her, family, friends
would never have thought this is how it ends.

Her finger slides slowly, inch by inch,
towards the trigger that ends it with one simple pinch.
Good memories gone, nothing left but pain.
No point to living on, to suffering in vain.

She raises the gun swiftly towards her head.
She's said all along she'd be better off dead.
Her head starts to spin as the drugs take effect.
The gun drops to a place she can't quite recollect.

Red and blue lights are the last thing she sees,
before she closes her eyes and drops to her knees.
She curses the world for the pain she can feel.
As colors mix, things become surreal.

While EMS rushes to save her sweet soul,
she willingly dies, falls through the black hole.
As her last dying words, she says aloud,
I HOPE THIS GOD DAMNED WORLD IS PROUD!

She silently wishes that things would have changed.
That someone, somewhere could have fate rearranged.
Now she lays in peace, covered by dirt,
never again to feel mortal hurt.

And her tombstone reads, for all to see,
'Only in death can one's soul be free.'