on the verge of midnight,
she is smiling,
laughing,
telling her parents goodnight.
on the verge of 1 am,
she doesn’t feel alright,
telling herself that she’ll be okay.
on the verge of 2 am,
she is wishing for an escape,
confessing that she’s lost herself.
on the verge of 3 am,
she is writing,
short lines of bittersweet memories,
and the tragic notion that she is not needed here anymore.
on the verge of 4 am,
she is crying her eyes out,
finding this strange,
addicted love for a
not-so-harmless object.
on the verge of 5 am,
she is screaming into her pillow,
telling herself how worthless,
how useless-
she is on this earth.
and on the verge of 6 am,
her parents are screaming.
they had found their daughter-
hanging lifelessly from the ceiling fan.
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