Silent Screams

Poem 1

A/N: Mentions of suicide, can be triggering.

She was the epitome of pretty
She was the definition of loved
She was the sunset on a summer night
And the foam in the sea
She was everything I wanted to be.
She smiled and she laughed
She grinned and she joked
But never did I see
She cried and she cut
She lied and she hid
Because to me
She was perfect
So the surprise of the rope
She tied around her neck
And the shock of the cuts
Dancing on her arms
Slowly killed me too
She didn't know
What her suicide
Would do.