With each breath

Her depression overtook her

Like water in her lungs

Or electricity through her veins.

She’s dying,

That fate we all wish to suffer

At some point.

She sits back,

Though, and chooses

To add more

Fuel to the fire.

She drowns herself

In ****** whiskey

And Marlboros,

Hoping to waste away quicker.

Maybe one day

Her dream will come true.