when she was born
they all brought her presents.
addiction and anxiety
with a bow on top,
and wrapped in pretty paper
double doses
of depression mixed
with moments of mania
so she would forever be
split in
two.
she lived her life
spiraling in ugly hate,
always wondering why
until she was 19 and remembered her first day
and how they had all
brought her those presents.

so when she slit her wrists
she carved the words
thank you
and the only note she left was
goodbye.