White rose

Victoria

The white rose falls from her lifeless hand 
Another life is taken 
Blood drips down from her finger tips
Right onto the bright white rose petals 
She has taken her own life
To reveal her pain and suffering 
Feeling no more 

The knife lies beside her
Covered in blood and showing her pain
The deep cuts on her wrist
Shows how much she wanted to die
The look upon her face
Shows the peace death bran her

Laying down beside her and I take her cold, hand
I too, slit my own wrist with that knife 
Goodbye to those who once carried for me and her
Do not waist a single tear on us though, for we are now at peace