Beauty Or The Beast

Twenty One

Sisters by experience, there was a friend I once had
She was the first to get sick, she was the first to get bad
"Don't worry" she'd say, when I first got unwell
"I'm still here and I went through hell"

I believed in her, I trusted that one day I'd be better
But when better never came, I wrote her a letter

Dear friend,
How are you? I've sure missed your smile
You said it would get better, but it's been a long while
I need to see you. I need to be inspired.
You beat it all, and are someone I admire.
Tell me your secrets, tell me what you did
I want to be like you, let this sickness be rid!

Three months passed, and the friend that I knew
Never contacted me back, and my anger started to stew
I wanted her help, I claimed she was no longer loyal
But when I searched her name, I came across her memorial

She had lost her battle, she had come undone.
As delicate as a daffodil, dead at twenty one.
The strongest person I knew, and she couldn't beat this toxic mentality.
Now I keep asking myself: how long until it gets me?