Reflections (Poetry)

fragile.

I once knew a girl who was quiet and shy,
harmless enough, she wouldn't hurt a fly
or so I thought, but oh boy was I wrong
She had been hurting herself, all this time, all along.

I tried to befriend and tell her to quit,
said her skin was too fragile to cope with every slit.
she asked me to leave her forever alone,
she didn't need my help, her reasoning unknown.

and so I backed off, like I promised I would
but I knew the outcome would never be good.
and three weeks later, that girl so brave,
found herself in the pit of a grave.

not destined for the world she found herself among,
she left the earth far far too young.
I laid flowers and notes, consumed with guilt
I could have broken down the walls she had so desperately built.

if only I had tried just a little bit harder,
perhaps her world would not have got darker.