Perpetual sadness filled her eyes
Dark and gloomy
Everyone around her unassuming
She wanted to tell
No words spoken
Fondling the velvet, as she often did
Her mind wandered
A chair across the room
The rope she clutched
One gold chandalier above her head
Foward she stepped toward the chair
Up she went
Through her mind thought of those she has met
Once the knot was complete, she lifted it
The velvet so soft to her touch now lay upon her neck
She takes her last and fatal step   

(C) by Hippychick