Death

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Death becomes her,

Or maybe she becomes death.

Her heart has been ripped from her chest,

Thrown to the ground and stomped on.

What is left to life, she questions often.

What is there to hold onto, when no one is left?

She begs for someone to know her, to really know her.

She prays for someone to hear her,

She is dying inside.

She is struggling to hold onto life, whatever that is anymore.

What happens when you lose yourself?

When you look in the mirror, and can no longer recognize the face looking back at you?

How to live when you can't save yourself?

When no one wants to save you?

She wants to slice her wrists.

She wants to swallow pills.

She wants to feel something, anything besides this emptiness.

She wants to stop her broken heart from beating.

She wants to give into the darkness that has suffocated her for too long.

You see her being upset over a boy, but she sees betrayal, pain, depression.

She sees no way out.

She sees nothing ahead of her.

She sees no future, no present, only her past.

She cannot move forward, cannot bear to speak, to think, to live.

She is screaming for help, but no one comes to her rescue.

Instead they watch as the girl they would never know, takes her last breath.