The ink whips across the page
Covering some of her delicately written words
Until the message is unclear
And it is no longer heard
It was a simple statement
That got drenched in thick black
A useless beg for help
From the mind's attack
It explained why her eyes were glossy
Why her cheeks sunk on her face
But no one saw it in its entirety
No one delivered her from the dark place
It wasn't anyone's fault
Except that wretched ink
That ruined her note,
And pushed her off the brink
Don't blame yourself
Blame the black smudges on the wrinkled sheet
But next time,
Next time, please listen to me.
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A/N: Guys, as of right now, this work is ranked as #384 in poetry!! Thank you all so much!! You're all amazing little almonds. (Also sorry this poem's odd, as always. I hope it makes sense. Lol)
