Scared that I'll never surface again,
I'm

Sinking

Further

Into

The

Dark

Waters

Of

My

Mind

You are perfect
Smart
Beautiful
Blonde and Blue Eyes
I shuffle over
You look up
Our first second of eye contact
I see the kindness in your eyes
The bass is so loud
The dancing men and women surrounding us
Sadly the first second is the last
I feel a shooting pain rush up my spine
I touch my chest
Red
Now her eyes are filled with fear
The next second, she falls
We lay beside each other
The red gushing out of our chests
All because we were girls

The Demons broke down the walls
Now they are celebrating
Yelling, screaming, making me misrible.
They took over my mind
They took over my emotions
They took over my thoughts
Is this my life now?
Living a dead life?
The demons with guns took over,
And now I am truly dead.

Fake smile,
           Dried eyes,
                       Scratched wrists,
                                         Bruised thighs,
                                                         White pills,
                                                                      Rope tied,
                                                                                Gun loaded,
                                                                                                     *Suicide.

You
You were my Superwoman
You are here with me
"I want to help"
"I will not leave"
You stay for a week
Then you start to stay less and less
Where are you now?
What happened to you?
Did the Demons with guns scare you?