Pa༦༦ive ༦uicide

Finally she fell on the floor,
 to see that maybe someone watches her more.
lying above the groundless earth, 
she seems to think what she does is nothing worth.
What is an achievement for the soul in this life?
Too much duties for no rewards,
the feeling to let go her body with  the help of a knife?  
Her long hair everyday she cared,
with everyone help
and love she shared.
The scenes at her lonely times,
when eyes of others are far away to see her mental crimes,
there begins a constant feeling of  senselessness in everything.
Nor does she wash off herself today,
for what should i ?,
she might say.
life is senseless to me anyway! 
The service she brought to others life’s,
in her mind a wasted time.
No one is interested neither thankful in the things she did,
feeling like stuck in a eternal grid.
Oh my god she can’t see,
 how much thankfulness the surrounding has towards her,
never would the pride leave a comment of gratefulness for her doing.
such a glowing red from her room,
still crumbling on the floor, 
to life the last painful breaths she is able to take, with deception she watches her life 
flow away in seconds.
the ruby shimmer falls to the stairs,
but longing with the hands towards no one to help, 
her blood soaks in the carpet her mother loved.
regrets for a second to cut off her bound,
finnaly aware she was her own wound, is it peace she found;