Midnight Blues

Silence

The little bubbly girl
Turned all gloomy,
When the prince of her dreams
didn't come on a white horse,
Her heart was broken,
And dreams were shattered.
She came home,
Locked herself in darkness ,
She cried and cried and cried
Until her eyes burned and breath hitched,
Darkness became her best friend.
To escape her screams,
She scratched her wrist,
and found it relaxing.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
Until it became a bruise,
She came out ,
I saw her wrist, 
Emotions overflowed me,
Shock, anger, sorrow,
All at once.
Controlling my emotions I tried stop her from harming herself but
She opposed and rose her hand to slap me.
I held her wrist and
Her eyes teared up
She pleaded and pleaded,
It was enough for me to melt,
and free her.
The little bubbly girl now found pleasure in pain.
Like a 5 Year old ,
She squeezed and
Started harming herself again,
and left me helpless to watch her.
A new day and a New bruise on her body
She requested me to stay silent and I did.
In a few days, the little bubbly girl died and a depressed lonely teenager was born.
She died because of me
She died because I stayed silent
My silence killed The little bubbly girl.

-Sam.