A warm drop of sweat trickles down her red face.
Her bones ache with each step but she keeps on limping.
Her feet sore and her heart empty she doesn't stop going.
They say she won't make it but she is trying to prove them wrong.
She makes her way across the finish line but suddenly,
She collapses right in front of all those who doubted her.
For she did not die a loser but a champion,
Not just because she crossed the finish line but because
She kept going even though they said she wouldn't make it.
For thou shall forgive but thou shall not forget.

Are you going to be the one that takes her life?
Are you going to be the one that saves her life?

Suicide is not an option, it's a choice.