GOODBYE: 8/7/21

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TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

Her throat was dry
Her lungs were burning
Her face so fragile
her insides churning

She sat there for hours
Waiting for someone to hear
They must've been muffled
But to her they sounded clear

"How can't they know by now?"
She asked herself as she sat on the floor
She kept waiting and waiting
Hoping someone would just open the door

She had been in here a while
And the door was locked
But she made sure the key was right there
So someone would see it if they knocked

She had stood up, and looked in the mirror
Even though she couldn't see it clear
She noticed less signs of fear
But she was more numb than last year

So many things can happen if you start to fall whilst on a climb
Your either adjust or you break
But either way You don't have a lot of time

Well at least she doesn't
But it's not up to her

Her mind is in shackles
But they won't seem to break
She always wanted to be an actor
But this just so happens to be her last stage

It was time, she decided
So she grabbed her journal
And she grabbed her pencil,
And she started writing

She wrote a letter,
or a note if you prefer
She thanked everyone
For what they've done for her

And as she neared the end
This is what it had said

"I love you all and can't wait to see you. But unlike me don't come so soon. Your book isn't over yet. But I ran out of pages. Thank you family for all your graces, and for always being there for me. And last but not least thank you my dear friends, thank you for being a part of, and for listening to my story. But sadly, this is the end."

Sincerely, yours truly

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