There once was a girl, who just seemed so free.
When really darkness was all she could see.
She wondered what else was to come, a bitter smile lighting her face.
Because in her world, there wasn’t any space
To be who you are, because what society says
Goes, and no wonder why nobody ever really knows
what flows through her head and only shows
on her wrists that are covered in thick lines of red.
“What happened?” was asked, and the only thing she said:
“I’m sorry I’m not-” but then she was dead.
A lifetime of words hung in the air, still unspoken.
Because the only thing left was a girl, sad and broken.
She ended her life, hoping to end the pain.
It was eating her alive, driving her insane.
And that was her fate, and a sudden twist
left her to believe she wouldn’t be missed.
A fragment of her life, shattered and all
could have saved her from herself, prevented her fall
from the precipice that society put her on.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I’m sorry I’m gone.”