Razors, Shotguns and Rope

It's just a scar on her arm,

   A canvas few choose to paint. 

      Just a gun, fully loaded, 

   Waiting to accept her fate.

The ropes looked so convincing

   When they were twirled on the floor.

      But now it's noosed and hanging

   A body taken from this world. 

What happened to the family

   When they first new she was dead?

      Did they wonder why it happened?

   Or wish they'd hang their necks instead?

It takes one second to decide

   It is a selfish, solo heist

      Now another soul is leaving

   Life should not have such a price!

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