Warning: This mentions suicide but does not go into graphic detail. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with this, or not allowed.
Molly could've had it all.
She should've had it all.
She would've had it all.
Except she thought about that fact too much.
And then she'd do anything to have it all.
And she decided to drag her boyfriend, Lorcan into it.
They could've had it all if Molly had just relaxed.
But she hadn't.
Then Lorcan broke up with her and sent her spiralling out of control.
He also broke up with her little sister, Lucy, who he 'd been cheating on her with.
But she actually loved him, and was angry when he ended up marrying and having children with her little sister's friend.
And then she started to go mad.
She found herself in Duggen, he workmate, 's bed many times.
And then he said it was just too wrong.
She could've had it all.
She should've had it all.
She would've had it all.
Then she went to wish Roxanne Merry Christmas.
And when she wasn't home she went to sleep in the guest bedroom.
And then she found Eliza and Lorcan in there.
Then she died in Roxanne's bathroom.
Sprawled across the tiled floor.
Blood looking so red as it smudged on the floor.
And when Roxanne went to have a shower she got more than she wanted.
Then Molly was rolling in the deep.
Rolling in the deep of her grave as her parents cried.
As her sister apologised for all of their meaningless fights.
As her family mourned her.
As Lorcan came along, feeling guilty, his own brother screaming in his face and Percy blaming him outright for Molly's death, and Eliza fighting with her best friend over his innocence.
They shunned him away shouting, blaming him so much it was a wonder that he didn't meet Molly's death as well.
They could've had it all.
But Molly was her own downfall.