Silent Death

Her friends sat downstairs,

Thinking everything was grand,

While she pulled a chair to the door,

With a rope in her hand.

They were laughing and joking

About things in the past,

And she was hurting

From all the pain amassed.

She sat down hard,

Thinking of all the battles she'd fought,

While on lined paper,

Her hand scribbled her last thoughts.

"Good-bye, all," whispered she

As she folded her short note

And set it on the ground,

Wrapping the rope around her throat.

She stepped onto the chair,

Tears dripping down her face

As she took one last look

Around her least favorite place.

She tied the rope to the ceiling,

And with one last breath,

She pushed off the chair

And dropped to her death.