It's been 3 years.
3 years since she's never stopped shedding tears.
Tears that you caused:
Caused her to change the person she was.
Words can act as knives.
Knives that could possibly take lives.
You cannot buy happiness ;
Her lost of happiness is what caused her nastiness.
You're in a good place,
But she's having a hard time keeping up with this race.
The race that is called life.
She's giving up this fight.
You should've been there for her,
But for her life is just a blur.
There is no going back.
All it took was for her to finally crack.
She no longer can find a reason to breathe.
Don't ever forget, looks can really deceive.
Life is always full of so much deception.
That's why you can't tell she's broken.
To hide these feelings she wrote in 3rd person.
Day by day these feelings worsen.
Maybe life is just too hard.
She's holding up a lighter to her card.
Maybe, just maybe, if someone had understood her,
She would realize she has a place here.
But all you were there for was criticism.
In her life, she only felt rheumatism.
This isn't her goodbye letter.
She only hopes things could get better.
She hates the person she had to become.
No feelings.
Just numbness.
She was just numb.
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