Depressing Poems

Pretty Petty

Pretty Petty

Met a girl;

Pretty face, pretty brown hair, pretty chocolate eyes,

I asked for her name

And she gave me a pretty smile,

Ally.

Outgoing personality, laughable jokes, inexplicably content.

We became friends.

And months passed.

It began with the littlest things,

her answers would open and close with 'I'm fine'

Never good, nor great, nothing suited for her pretty personality.

Then it became obviously told;

told by her faltering smiles,

sad, oh sad eyes,

Something deep inside her, she tried so desperately to hide.

I noticed it, but hadn't pieced two and two together.

Innocent and oblivious

Unable to understand,

until that phone call.

So here I am, by her bedside, the heart monitor beeping in proximity

with the absence of her heart,

With her hand in mine,

Tears running in rivulets down my cheeks,

As I stare at the crimson-red stains bleeding into the cloth wrapped tightly against her forearms.

So peaceful, her face.

So expressionless, her eyes.

So broken.

More time passed.

And now I see her.

Pretty face, Pretty hair, those cute, chocolate brown eyes.

With tearless sobs, perforated holes, agonized by her demon inside,

filled with nothing but emptiness.

An empty artist.

Inspired by painting.

No canvas, but her wrists,

with not a brush, but a blade,

as nothingness flow down her arms,

in red, bloody, empty stains.

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