She sat in a chair, and let out a sigh.

She pondered and thought of how she should die.

She was exhausted of the old and bore.

She would listen to her conscious deny her no more.

Her head tilted back, neck sticking out.

Trying to figure out what life is about.

Annoyed she threw her head forward and tore out a page.

Scattered biblical papers laid out on the stage.

No others could warn her, or keep her from harm.

She was the culprit and victim to her alarm.

She ran from herself, though she held a knife.

She cried and laughed, then ended her life.