A Story

The story begins, life is good Things occur just as they should The girl knows nothing she's just a baby Her future's assured with a simple maybe As she grows the story progresses With nail polish and bright pink dresses She knows of death, her brother has died She learned of sadness as she cried Was life that hard, so filled with strife That he chose to end it with that knife She's only six but old enough To be told to toughen up The story's longer, she's much older Her spirit becoming colder and colder In her life there's so much pain Spread around like a huge dark stain She's made her choice, an easy decision But should she make a clean incision Or some other way that's easy to do There's hanging and pills and gunshots too She chooses the gun for she feels it is right A way to end her life this night She lays there with the weapon in hand Nestled in the warm wet sand As she lays beneath the moon She knows the time must come soon She could feel it now, her brother was with her And with that, she pulled the trigger The story ended, the girl was gone Not to be found until the dawn