The world seems so unfair

She thinks no one knows

She thinks no one cares.

She feels so forsaken

No divinely help from above

She feels left alone

She feels no love.

she writes her letter

And starts to cry

She wants to be remembered

She wants to die.

She feels nothing more

For she is dead

She used a gun

And a bullet made of lead.

Little did she know

That hope did not leave

It was still there

She just had to believe.