sure, she could hear the wind outside her window,
but she listened to her intrusive thoughts
listened to her mind race then stop still-
as the last one dropped from the bottle.

her hands full of little remedies disguised as pills
she holds bliss, only it wears the mask of death.
this girl is on the brink of the end
when she remembers what she read once-

"you are not alone"

hesitation floods through her veins and she hears
the heartbeats
of many who lie awake at four in the morning
thinking the same thing she is right now-

depression, anxiety, destruction
intertwining, weaving together
broken hearts and withered brains
who all think they are alone...

you are not alone.