All the pain, piled on her mind

Stretching insides to internal hell

Would a quick slash on the wrists end it all?

What about a quick snap of her neck?

Or would she fall into the fiery pits of hell

Where her pain began?

Looking at the water surrounding her

Turing a scarlet rose red

Pain is flooding her mind

No way to escape but let the blood flow

Red tears fall into her wrists

And into the red sea below her

A small teardrop from her eye

As her weakness grows more strength

Her body struggles to hold onto life

Yet she tumbles to her death

Into the fiery pits of hell

Where her pain will meet her once again.