She is crying
The tears are running down her cheeks
And she makes no effort to stop them
She is curled up on the floor
In the fetal position
The objects on the bed
Tell the story of her struggle
In the last few hours
A gun sits on the bed
Next to it is a knife
Under a bottle of pills
Sits a notebook
With tearstained pages
And the girl on the floor is crying
She is crying with regret
She regrets all her mistakes
She is crying with guilt
Because of how
What she has done
Will affect others
She is crying with confusion at how
She could possibly let it go this far
She is crying with relief
That she's alive and
Because she hasn't cried
In a while
She is crying because she hates herself
For the mistakes she has made
She is crying because she is mourning
The girl she lost when she broke
She is crying because she is alone
And all she wants is someone to hold her
She is crying because scars don't go away
And she is covered in them
She is crying
But at least
She isn't dying
YOU ARE READING
Her Story
PoetryShe is a fighter. She is a slacker. She is beautiful. She is alone. She is loved. She is happy. She is hopeless. She is me and she is you. And this is her story
