She was as kind as she was radiant
Never unloved
Never alone
She wakes up every morning with a smile,
she says
And chooses joy over dismay
But behind her perfect facade was a story know one knows
all you can do is listen.
You see,
she's just trying to help
She knows what it's like to feel pain
misery
fear
Though not evident, always present
in the back of her complex mind
Was the ever-pursuing thought of
death's door
She may not have lived it yet
but attempted once or twice
No one knows this but herself
She's her own Grim Reaper's scythe
