Suicide

She left with a question on her face

Nothing that she ever felt before

With the door closed behind hers

A desolate feeling went through the side of her body

Did she do what was meant by fate?

Or was it just the impulse of a broken heart

She needed and answer

She left her thoughts

Her tainted hands

Behind she ran where she had left before

Didn't look back

As the clouds passed through her fingers.