Her arms reached out, in hope that the angels would take her away.
Slowly she slipped, further and further.
The pressure built as she neared the bottom.
The hurtful words, the abuse, the heart breaks.
It all piled on to her one after one.
Faster she sank.
The last thing she remembers, is the one who tried.
The one who didn't give up.
It wasn't worth it.
The one who would be heartbroken when they found out what she had done.
When they found out what all the pressure did to her.
All the pressures to be the best, the pressure to kill herself.
These pressures set on to her shoulders above everything else.
Faster she sank.
What would they think when they find out she had finally done it.
The sad thing is, they won't care.
Faster she sank.
Lying above the pressures was a world of freedom and light.
Soon she would be there.
Faster she sank.
She could see it now.
Faster she sank.
Sinking.
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Unwritten Words
PoetryIt's so rare to need something, you don't want. It's so common, to want something, you don't need. These are the words that I want, but don't always need. These are the words that I wish need, but almost always want.
