A bit of bravery,
The final fight,
Of a sorrow girl,
Filled with plight.

Misunderstood by herself,
Hated within,
Confused with everything she does,
Knowing what could've been.

Picking up the knife,
She punishes the one,
Who makes her feel,
Like she's no fun.

Slicing the skin,
Piercing it deep,
Blood drips on the floor,
As she starts to weep.

But these tears are full of joy,
Not felt for so long,
As the girl sings,
Her final victory song.

She falls to the ground,
Closing her eyes,
At last,
Ready to die.

Breathing her last breathe,
Feeling no regret,
Her hands drop the knife,
Now she can forget.