She cries in her room,
Silently weeping,
Thinking she's worthless,
While her family thinks she's sleeping.
She thinks back to her day,
Replaying it again and again
At this point she doesn't care,
If she's alive or dead.
She lays back on her bed
Overthinking her life
As she does this, she quietly reaches for the knife.
But, something has kept her here,
Something has kept her holding to her life.
Maybe the hopes for kids,
maybe her hopes to be a wife.
You may fall and feel as though you don't want to try
But she knows through it all, that when it comes to those nights,
There is always a friend to call when in this fright.
She decides to sleep, and put her body to rest.
As her tears clear up, she feels the opening in her chest.
She takes a deep breath, and silently whispers.
"It's gonna be okay" as she slowly drifts into slumber.
Fast forward years later, she's as happy as could be.
She thanks herself each day for letting herself live that night.
She's happy she didn't give up on what seemed like her never ending fight.
Now she's won the war, and she knows she did what was right.

Don't give up, when the going gets rough, for this tale speaks nothing but truth, about a girl who fought her demons that were exhaustingly tough.