Why did she do it?
Her wrists never slashed,
and with no horrible past
She never took any pills,
or had dark deadly chills
With no thought of goodbye,
she gave one last final sigh
She felt a need, one day...
it was out of the blue
So she went for a walk,
and so nobody knew
Her pain felt like a burn,
she knew she'd not return
She claimed the high ledge,
now looking over the edge
She felt a breeze, thinking;
finally her thoughts eased
She never returned from her walk.
Nobody said a word,
they're all too afraid to talk
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Eunoia #Wattys2016
PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
