Dead Inside

The leaves are gracefully blowing in the breeze

A cool chill of a breeze hits her as she walks down the road

One punch

Two punch

The bullying never ends

She gets home.

Sits on her bed with the bottle of pills.

A sharp silver blade by her side.

Just incase the pills don't work

She has to not subside

The pain she feels heaving her chest.

She is taking her few very last breaths.

In

Out

I'm not a coward.

She wrote on the note

I simply just wanted to live.

See here on this earth,

I wasn't alive.

For i was dead inside