She was already gone...

It was the way they stared at her that made her imagine it.

Names they labeled her that made her consider it.

Events that took place that made her accomplish it.

The way they destroyed her that made it that much unusual,

barely anyone noticed she was gone.

For a moment they knew she was nearby.

For that emptiness they felt, knowing she wasn't.

As regards to her fatality the thought formerly matted with her existence creating a wicked aspiration.

She couldn't give in to temptations for the lord would not have forgiven her.

As to the following of her death not taken by her own hands shall she be given the gift of eternal life?

But just for the desire to be everlastingly numb nearly killed her mentality to reason.

Nevermore shall she fail?

Hath she been given the apple of life?

She has surrendered. Hence, she has departed from earth.

Leaving a memoir she once embraced.

But I can assure you, it was the them that killed her.