Author's note: English is not my first language and I'll probably make mistakes, but I promise I will find someone to review this sometime and will certainly fix them. If you are reading this, thank you very much for giving this story a chance.
then there was one
one who once held her breath at the mention of blood
oh poor girl, what could she know?
now her head was filled with insanities
she could think of nothing else
and would do anything to bring back herself
but then there were two
she met him back then how far away "back then" seemed to be
because he made her forget all of those things
he was kind and oh so thoughtful
and she was always so wrong
how could she do that to him?
his name was associated with hope, victory and beauty
of those things she was poorly one
but then they took him
and she cried, screamed and felt sick
he was hers, not theirs
but still they took him
they found each other again
and against all odds they were happy
even though that wouldn't last long
she for once knew where she belonged
then there were three
at first it was just some idea
on the back of her troubled mind
but she felt sick now and then
and fear took over her nights
she knew happiness would come
but it never really did
she was scared
as she had always been
when she made a decision
it was too late
they had already taken him away
even though she felt so silly and broken
she would have to be strong
because this time he was truly gone
and then there were two again
but not for too long
the doctors came in and stayed there 'til dawn
she clutched her sheets and smiled at the sight
the smile fell from her face when she realized it'd died
it all disappeared in a matter of seconds
she was left alone
in the room it had happened
it was empty and so very tight
she felt sorry for the room
she knew what emptiness was like
the end came so early they did not expect
poor, mad girl with a rope around her neck