It started with a stupid mistake,
That caused her heart to ache.
They didn't notice until too late.
They didn't understand how she came to be in this state.
Because no one depressed could smile with such ease.
They couldn't have a voice soft as a summer breeze.
She always said she was fine,
But she was never one to whine.
And now they asked how she'd gotten this way,
But deep down everyone knew that day.
They were the cause, though none would admit,
That every criticism was such a painful hit.
Who would say that they killed someone,
Only by accident, without needing a gun?
No one voiced the truth about the girl now dead.
The great actress, wasn't as good as they said.
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
