Some people called it suicide

Some people called it suicide;said she got tired of life and decided to drown herself in the river. They found her at the very bottom with stones in her coat pockets. Not far they also spotted a very worn book of fairy tales .They said she was a loner, she never talked, looked like she was in a world of her very own. I guess the loneliness got to her, made her want to end it all. Some people called it suicide. But what if it was just a dreamer.
What if she longed to live underwater.  Life became to ugly for her and no matter where she went  she couldn't find any beauty, just hate and fear  but anywhere deep down in the sea. What if she thought she'd be happy there? Surrounded by fish, sea turtles, starfish,  filling her lungs with water but still breathing? At this rate she was only breathing to survive, not to truly live and feel; an epitome of loneliness. So she took matters into her own hands. If her world wasn't perfect she'd leave this one make her own.
She swam deep down into the ocean, she had fear in her heart but she told herself to just let go. An unknown world rarely explored  came into her mind. Could it be that  Atlantis and mermaids really exist? She wanted to believe in them with every fiber in her being. She wanted to believe there was so much more. Her heart was beating so fast when she let go and plunged right into the water. She put stones in her pockets because she knew whatever she did or did not find she never wanted to return to the surface of the world she left. She allowed herself to open her eyes, take in the beautiful scenery, she felt this was where she belonged. She knew she never wanted to leave there. Finally her life was perfect she thought as she let out her last breath of air and inhaled water.