She always felt empty, constantly searching for a way to feel free,
With voices constantly screaming, and arms constantly thrashing. She thought to herself that even after she gets to leave, people would still continue saying horrible things about her; how they saw her as a monster, how they looked at her like she was some kind of lunatic. Little did she know, that after she had taken her life away with her, people have been always talking about all the good things she had; her quiet and calm personality and all the people she had helped.
Why does it take someone's death in order to remember someone's good side? Why is it then that you regret the decisions you have taken?