She stood above the jagged rocks,
Her hair blowing in the icy wind,
The dead silence cackling it's mirthful laugh,
Satan smiling under her.

Blood and tears mingled on her pretty face,
The end was not so far away,
The pain of loneliness eating her insides,
As she felt all happiness drift away.

That's when the pain seemed to dissappear,
'How hard would it be?' she thought with a smile,
Just a jump to ease her pain,
Off that cliff that looked so grave.

Psychotic? she wondered. No of course not,
She felt at ease as she spread her arms.
Her heart beat slowed as she took the jump,
Odd bliss entered her hateful heart.

Happiness was not far off,
She laughed her hate, her pain away,
And landed to an icy grave.

Now she writes this, a rueful smile on her face.