She is Gone

The heavens rain and thunder,
Weeping in a bitter rage
For it is truly a dark day.
The message "she killed herself"
Scribbled in blood on every wall.
How? We may never know.
Why? We may never understand.
All we know is she has left us,
And we will never hear,
Her sweet voice in our ears,
Or see,
Her gentle face smiling back at us,
Ever again.