she always knew what was wrong didn't need to ask twice, hugging until her problems were gone for her to let go and for them to come flooding back
she was hurting herself, in ways unspeakable, wanted to be gone to end all her misery
hiding away in a black hole she dug for herself she thought haven't I had enough? she was done, she thought but she knew it wasn't the answer to go away she tried to stay but it wasn't working out that way
she tried to get help they just made it worse she went to therapy after therapy one time her psychiatrist told her, βmaybe life isn't for everyoneβ
as she was about to let go rope tight around her throat all the good memories came rushing back as she was about to get down, the chair slipped ... and the rope tightened, her air feeling faint before she realized, it had been too late