Melancholy

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Silently contemplating, Planning, If tonight, She will draw her last breath.
No one cares, They won't miss me
Contemplating, How she would want to be found dead.
Then contemplating If there's anything left for her before she goes.
The darkness she's surrounded by, Tells her everyday she's not worth it, She's not special, She's not one of the individuals that belong on earth, That no one cares, and so forth.
The darkness she's surrounded by, It has took over her life.
She cannot any longer regain what she once had.
Happiness.
That's gone.
Self esteem.
Gone too.
Energy.
Gone.
Everything she once had, Is G O N E.
How could such a girl once filled with so much energy and happiness no longer get out of bed in the mornings? No longer feel the feeling of happiness?
Look into her eyes, tell me you see what i see. Tell me you see a once bright person, a shade of pale grey.
"How are you?"
"I don't know"
It's the same everyday. Not a
"Are you okay?"
After she says she didn't know how she was feeling today.
"How do you not know?"
I'll tell you how i don't know:
1: Every morning i constantly have to struggle to get out of bed.
2: I want to die
3: It's hell.
4: This isn't sadness.
But she just shruggs, Forever not answering that question. How can people not ask such a question that may save her? Such a question where she feels it's okay to open up and get help?
But no one cares, Right?
Back to silently planning her death as she was before. No one will see it coming. Then later that day sitting on her bed, sitting on her bed was not all that she was doing.
Writing a goodbye note, a suicide note, a will.
Goodbye to my family and friends...
Oh how her tears started flowing uncontrollably.
I could not take it anymore. Not the pain...
They drip unto the paper.
Give my...
She tucked the paper, Neatly folded, Into the notebook she was just a second ago, writing into.
Later she would do as planned. Spend one last day with everyone in her life.
I have to go now. Goodbye.