this is actually a picture of something i wrote. i painted it on black paper & turned it in as an art piece. this is what it says:

She died today with out making a sound.
A thousand words went unsaid.
What she should have said...
never left her lips.
She lived her life fully.
She was loved.
Yet, she still felt empty
Though she loved him more than she knew was possible,
her past detained her from her own liberation.
Still, as her eyes sparkled among the stars,
her tears flowed of blood.
Her lack of self expression has left her here.
The look of dissolution on her face and the feeling of depletion in the room would lead one to think...
It is only the mortician who percieves her lie.
For only he can still hear the beating of her heart.