She lost herself in books
cigarettes
and music.
Because maybe she didn't want to be found.
She would always give you her all
because she never felt whole.
Her favorite place were the sea and the forest
because she could go there alone,
and let her demons play,
in the open space.
She would write among the tree's
and float among the waves.
All she ever wanted was love.
But she only found,
dying leaves
suffocating waves
lipstick stained cigarette butts
and sad songs that could put her to sleep.
and that's why she wanted to die.