Death by Sickness

Two girls fighting for control

Day by day I watch this sickness

Take over my friend

Watching those bright eyes go dull

And that laugh fade into silence

Watching as the two girls reflected in her eyes

Fight for control of her

 

One note, two notes

Documents of her demise

Stepping stones along the way

As she sinks into nothingness

And is swallowed by this sickness

Caused by this internal battle

 

Words are spoken and tears are shed

Strike one

Hope lost, but false hope kept

Strike two

Sorrow blooming into hatred

Strike three, you’re out

 

Apathy wins this terrible fight

Fevers set in and coughs take control

As the other girl is buried in the aftermath

Her tombstone is fleeting

And her grave is watery
Cold tears upon pale cheeks

 

So, here I stand with this new girl

A stranger to me

I wish for my friend back

The happy, bubbly girl

Wishing to see a smile

Again shown in those eyes

 

But I hold on to hope she’s there

Buried beneath this sorrow

For every now and then

I see her reflected in those eyes

Terrified and buried alive

Screaming for my help.

Author's Note

I wrote it for a friend of mine to try to explain how she's changing. She cried when she read it.

Reviews

[trainwreck]

I really hope she is doing better. This was beautiful, and I was amazed at the way you made your comparisons. I would be honored to have something like this written for me, even if it was because I was having a hard time.

[Radical Essence]

This is very intense and very well written. It, as if, strikes some point inside of you and when that happens in a reader, the author has succeeded in conveying the message effectively.

Very nice!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Beautiful write, love the style, the strike one etc:)

Yas

[Thea Fuentebella]

this is soo beautiful...in itself and the fact that it's dedicated for a friend. a gloomy metamorphoses from up to down.
i would definitely cry if i can relate to this. beautiful, sensitive masterpiece

[Sunflower 20]

i really enjoyed this peice, especially your word choice. you painted a sad picture of change. i think everyone at one point or another is arguing whether to be the person they really are, or to hide behind a mask.
keep up the good work :)

[.........]

This is so true, and I admire the quality of your work. I really like the lines, "Watching as the two girls reflected in her eyes Fight for control of her". I think many people can relate to this, and yeah, I can understand why she'd cry when she read it. Im glad I took the time to read this.