Depression to suicide

Something that’s on her mind.

Telling her to be so kind.

Though when she sits all alone.

All she dose is scream and moan.

Now she knows she’s in too deep.

She wants to got for a longer sleep.

Everyone thinks that she’s just fine.

But all she’s doing is walking on a thin line.

A line so thin that you can see through it.

Plus when she falls off she lands in a bottomless pit.

She can feel loneliness building up inside.

From being forgotten, left behind.

It’s hard to hide, more than you think.

Because she can change emotion as fast as you blink.

This poem could end as fast as a life.

Just a snap of the fingers can bring up the knife.

There goes the dagger, into her heart.

The blood flowing out as fast as a thrown dart.

There was a tape and on it was what she had recorded.

Saying she was sorry and was also distorted.

It was only after she was dead people cried.

They said that they didn’t make her die.

But now she misses her chance on a better life.

Because nobody helped her out of her strife.

Not even the person that knew how to aid her.

No, he just sat there pretending it was a blur.

They say that life gets better, that’s why some people hang out.

But inside this girl was too much doubt.

Now she stands with me within this afterlife.

Watching what she missed out on and other people with the same knife.

She wants to help but she is merely a ghost.

So now it is her turn to be host.

A host to show people their would of been future.

Also to show other people’s adventures.

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Small not this is also on my tumblr so i didn't copy it. Thought i'd let you know.