Patehtic and lonely for all of her years
Experienced mainly in disappointment and tears
Wishing she wasn't herself anymore
Trying to open the bolted door
Of the path that she had failed to choose
She was stuck on the path where she was destined to lose
The other path chosen would have made her life great
But by now she knew it was far too late
Unable to retrieve her previous actions
Her life divided into probable fractions
Probabilities seemed in her favor and all
But she was the one in a million destined to fall
Into the darkness of a deep depression
Searching for a powerful source of regression
Patiently waiting she falls to the floor
Then shatters to pieces and is no more
Deaths cool grasp and depressions dark clouds
Rip her apart and leave her in shrouds
They gleefully cackle as she cuts her wrist deep
And the cackles are endless as she falls fast asleep
Never to see the light of another day
The path she had chosen had made things this way.

© VEM