[Tragic] Suicide. by Avery

She walks down the halls,
Holding her books tight,
Looking down on the floor,
Something's not right.

She gets home from school,
And darkens her eyes,
Blood stains on her sleeves,
Holding in lies.

She fixes her hair,
And walks out the door,
Grabbing her black jacket.
Going to get more.

She takes a sniff,
And then she's done,
Looks under the bed,
And pulls out a gun.

She gets out some paper,
And writes her goodbyes,
Telling why she has to go,
Confessing all her lies.

She lays it on the ground,
Puts the gun to her head,
She pulls the trigger,
And falls on the bed.