This is a poem that Juliet decided to take her life from the begining

True this be night but in what slumber can I find rest
What dawn brings me light as I am separated
I am drawn in two, divide and strung
To diced between my two great loves
That of my heart and that of my blood
To have to choice is to choice half of me I am destined
To be half a person and nothing more
As I cannot chose what choice can I have
But none at all to be none is surly better then to be half
It is closer to be full if I am none
But how can I not choice unless I exit
And leave my loves to their fate on their own
Yes I must, I must
Take my life and be none