What She Wrote

Tear stains scattered across the page

The handwriting shaky at best

Line after line of the same thing

She's worthless not even human

Not worth the tears that would spill

For her, when she was gone away

No she didn't know as she wrote

The pain that she would cause

Or  maybe she didn't care

This life was so unfair and not well

For her, but what she didn't remember

Not for anyone else around her

Everyone, she forgot, has troubles

Trials that plague them at nights

She wasn't a weak person

But the burden felt to much to bear

Like the moon half empty

Her eyes glazed over as she read

What she had written on that paper

That she left on the table for someone to find

What she didn't write was how she was going

That part she left out

What she wrote was enough

And left damage that could not be undone

But it was done

And as her feet swung slightly above the floor

More tears fell onto the paper

As what she wrote was read