She sat on her bed staring out the window into the moon.
Slowly clenching the pill bottle as the memories of her new life started to play and replay in her head.
The tears came out, she was not strong enough to hold them in forever.
The fight to hold them back in their cage worked all day until the moment of pure solitary.
Everything that she avoided has been taking a toll on her.
This moment it felt as though everything crashed on her like bricks.
It all heavily crowded her, like the harsh gray ocean waves crashing on the spike rocks on the bottom of the cliff.
She tried so hard to be that person for everyone.
Be that person people can rely on, find comfort in, fill the empty voids of broken hearts, be that girl he can fall in love with.
She tried to be that person but no one noticed.
Sometimes we try to be the people that we really need.
She wasn't beautiful enough, wasn't strong enough, wasn't funny enough, wasn't good enough.
She wasn't enough.
It used to be how she isn't enough.
When the newly empty bottle fell to the floor along with her future, it is now how she wasn't enough.