she took her life because she couldn't deal with her sadness anymore.
she let it consume her and it eventually overcame her.
she didn't control this because she was so focused on being strong.
she gained weakness and eventually she was just existing instead of living and she didn't see the point in living because she believed it didn't matter.
her family loved her with all of their might but she couldn't see it.
the color in her life faded and what she saw was in black and white.
she wanted to blend in but she began to stand out.
nobody asks you if you're okay if you are smiling. nobody hugs you if you look loved, and nobody tells you not to hurt yourself unless you warn them that you want to.
some may blame her and say that she should have reached out, but she did.
she hung onto people that let go of her, she tried to push the demons out of her mind but they remained where they were, haunting her every second.
she wanted to stay so badly, but she honestly felt as if she couldn't
YOU ARE READING
late nights and endless thoughts
PoetryI write things that come to my mind. *mentions of self harm* (jumble of short stories/poems)
