To everyone else
she was the girl who had everything
But to her self,
she had only her dreams.
A loving family,
Countless friends,
Not a single enemy.
Respectful
and grateful.
Always helping anyone
with anything.
Beautiful
and smart.
Humble
and gracious.
Always giving you her best
with no expectations.
Content
and happy, as she seemed
Loving every moment
Living every minute  
As if every second were a gift.
Interesting
and intriguing.
Everyone watched
as she’d speak
But
No one
was really
listening.
Ugh, she wished she were dreaming.
In her dreams
she could just be.
No pressure to be perfect,
no troubles.
No faking a smile
to hide her struggles.
How wonderful, she thought,
to go to sleep
to never wake up
to always dream.
And that is what she did.
No thinking, no thought,
no time to react,
Her dreams were triggered
with the quickness of a finger.
She won’t ever wake up.
A life we can’t get back.
Cautiously,
and carefully  listen
to someone
when they are speaking.
Their words and what they are saying,
could have very different meanings. Maybe to her,
if someone
would of  just listened,
they could  of
possibly reassured her
that her life,
it was a dream,
that was very much
worth living.