she was not so much a person anymore as she was a thing.
made up of diagnosis after diagnosis,
telling her all the things that were wrong with her.
she was filled up with pills
that tried to ****
the monsters inside.
and she wanted them to die too.
but theres one little twist
she was the monsters and the monsters were her.
and the fine line
that the doctors tried
to draw
with the pretty little pills and the diagnoses
that still
meant nothing to her
was gone.
and she cried,
she wanted to die
but the doctors just tried
to keep her up with more drugs.
thinking they could fix her with some kind of mixture
of the right ones.
they said "we'll find the right ones".
but she was long gone,
no longer trying to hold on or "stay strong".
but they wouldn't let her go.
she was in a and out of an institution
that thought they had the solution.
that thought they could fix her.
but she finally found her way out
she left with no doubt.
though she knew she decision would hurt everyone that loved her,
she still kissed death at the door
and she was no more,
even though they swore
they could fix her.