Ode

She never really thought about it,
Tonight it just seemed right.
She never really thought about it,
Cold hands gripped razors tight.
She never really though about it,
This would be the end.
She never really though about it,
The break and not the bend.
She never really thought about it,
White lights and golden gates.
She never really thought about it,
Who gets to come too late.
She never really thought about it,
The last day she took her breath
Today she really thought about it,
Today she reached her death.

Worries and sadness overcome happy hearts,
Like hands gripped around a wrench.
With each tightening of the screw,
Comes a blood much thicker than before.
Grey eyes grow tired and thoughts grow weak