Suicide
When she reached home
with full of stress,
She sat at a corner expressionless
in a black dress.
Running to her room
with lot of pain.
Tears rolled down to her cheeks
like a drop of rain.
The clock struck at seven
She made plans to go to heaven
Wrote a suicide epistle for herself
Pasted it on her bookshelf.
Slowly- slowly she
took out her knife
Finally ending her life.
Copyright © Ishika Mishra | Year Posted 2019
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