she lies in bed
curled in a ball with her face in a pillow.
her beautiful eyes are red and puffy, coated with water
the tears stream down her face.
and she thinks awful things
things that no girl her age should ever think of
but she does, and it only makes the tears roll down her face faster
she has so many problems, but no one knows
her parents are downstairs fighting
her brother died last year,
every night suicide becomes less and less of an idea and more reality.
the cuts on her arms become deeper and deeper
but no one knows because no one seems to care.
she lies in bed.
alone, sad, feeling like nothing
how could life get any worse?
the next day her mother is diagnosed with cancer
she lies in bed that night, crying
tears rolling down her face because her mom only has 3 months to live
her father becomes an abusive alcoholic
she lies in bed
crying, bruises on her face, scars on her arms,
and yet no one knows
because no one seems to care.
that night a little girl committed suicide.
and yet no one seems to notice
because no one seems to care.
that night a little girl was released from the terrors of life.
she joined her mother and brother
and the tears stopped.