Just Too Late

But she heard the voices growing distant
Her mother's sobs going away
Everything was slipping back
When she just wanted them to stay

She hated the sounds
The ones of the cries
But it was all she had left of them
Oh, why had she caused her own untimely demise?

She couldn't remember why she wanted to leave
She didn't have a reason any more
But now, she's caused her family to grieve 

She couldn't undo it, her death was a final decision 
Even as her conscience's voice grew dim
She used what was left to beg for remission

But what was done was done
And her story was near its end
Her last thought was, "Well, I guess my life was fun..."

The End

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