Her soul was a beaten fragile thing in the age of 16.
She was lost.
Emotionally out of control.
Lonely.
Her parents believed she was fine
because she would make them think she was.
Choosing not to have friends.
Choosing to be isolated.
Choosing to let her boyfriend control her.
Choosing to let the Depression eat her alive.
2 years.
It took two years for her to fight back.
Standing up straight,
with the support of her family and help,
She defeated the illness.
She shined like if she was the sun herself.
New friends helped her shine bright
Her family love helped her become strong
Choosing to write down her emotions
Choosing to communicate with her family
Choosing to open up to TRUE friends.
Her smile returns and the future is golden in her eyes.
2 years
She smiles,
but they're small.
She laughs,
but they're light
Her eyes,
have lost something.
She seems... empty.
Lying in bed, soft music playing in the background,
She cries and cries and cries.
She wants to scream, but has no energy.
All she can do is cry,
She thought she beat it,
She thought it was over.
It took two years for her to get better
It took two years for her to get worst
Staring into the ceiling...
She squints and tries to see her future.
Blink
Blink
Blink
Nothing.
The ghost of her 16 year old self lies next to her.
They stare at each other.
Their feelings and facial expressions mirroring each other.
Holding hands they stare back at the ceiling and think.
Two Years