she always knew what was wrong
didn't need to ask twice,
hugging until her problems were gone
for her to let go
and for them to come flooding back

she was hurting herself,
in ways unspeakable,
wanted to be gone
to end all her misery

hiding away in a black hole
she dug for herself
she thought haven't I had enough?
she was done, she thought
but she knew it wasn't the answer
to go away
she tried to stay
but it wasn't working out that way

she tried to get help
they just made it worse
she went to therapy after therapy
one time her psychiatrist told her,
“maybe life isn't for everyone”

as she was about to let go
rope tight around her throat
all the good memories came rushing back
as she was about to get down,
the chair slipped ...
and the rope tightened, her air feeling faint
before she realized, it had been too late