Poems For Life

She couldn't take it She planned to be dead.

She was always happy,

Only one person knew her struggles,

Her deepest most truest friend,

She would cry one her shoulder,

And her back would be rubbed as she cried out,

Her friend wad always there for her,

Exept when she wasn't,

Everything went bad,

The words caught up to her,

Her demons became an up roar,

No one but her friend could push them back away into the cage,

Her friend was gone and things got worse,

She couldn't handle it any longer,

She went home and upon the shelf she saw the pills,

They said it make her feel better,

So she'd better try now and feel empty inside,

Then let herself wither and die,

She whispered her goodbyes to the wind,

Closed her eyes and dropped the pen,

Opened the bottle and took one last deep breath,

Counted to 10 then bottoms up,

Swallowed then passed out,

Black was now her friend,

Well at least thats what she hopped,

She woke up later on the other end of the rope,

All around her was white,

The fluid in the bag to her right,

She had failed herself and her friend,

She had planned to be dead,

For the words were far to much,

And eventually,

She disappeared out of nowhere,

She thought she'd be forgotten by her friends and foes,

But I guess she had forgotten who loved her the most.