The darkness that drowns in the depth of her being
And the thoughts that swim around through her head
The images and words that she is seeing
She longs to not move in her bed
She strains to remember her flawlessness
When her arms were not stained with her blood
When her body wore shirts that were sleeveless
A time when she didn't want to be done
She hopes that it's noticed before it's too late
To have one more chance to be happy
Yet she feels that her soon to be death is her fate
While she opens the bottles of pills so discreetly
Any hope that she had is gone and she dies
Along with her so called 'Happy Ending' that lied.
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My Writings
Poetry"You have this control over me, it is superstitiously scary." ~my ten word story; only by me
