she told herself
"I'm strong"
She lied to herself.
"I'm okay"
She lied more.
"I'll be fine"
She kept on feeding her craving soul false words of false hope.
Her soul was in great need of some happiness.
But eventually that dreaded day came.
The day when she was out of words.
The day she was out of false hope.
The day she turned to her new friends
And finally took their offer.
She befriended alcohol.
She befriended anti-depressants.
She befriended cigarettes.
She felt empty.
In every way.
Who would have thought. Who would have knew.
Cause she surely didn't.
Who would have thought that the girl
Who always smiling
Who took her studies seriously
Who would help around every chance she could
Who had friends everywhere
Who was the honor student of her school
Who was absolutely adored by everyone.
Who would have known that now,
She wasn't okay.
She pushed everyone away and crawled into her dark corner of lifelessness.
Her long black hair was in a mess
Her light beautiful eyes didn't shine anymore
The redness in her lips and cheeks was gone
Her voice was raspy due to throwing those vodka shots back every chance she got.
Two packets of cigarettes a day was a habit already.
Her wrists were slashed so were her thighs.
Her soul was wasted.
She was drunk yet more sober then ever.
She was livid.
But
She was weak too.
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
شِعرa book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
