Menthol dances on her tongue
Slowly finding it’s way into
Her ever-so tired lungs
Her eyes paint a bright
Ever-so-lovely
Picture of all her sleepless nights
Her lips become sore
From those fake smiles
She always wore
Her wrists write
An ever-so-sad story
Of an internal fight
Her legs sway
Wavering, stopping
Like all the words she wanted to say
Her heart hides
Just how ever-so-badly
She wanted to die