What's it like to die?
Would you still have that empty feeling inside?
Would all the pain you carry be gone?
Was this life even worth it?
They call me a freak
And think I'm a monster
Sadness, I can't bear
That blades became the haven I answer
Scars don't fade
Depressions can last
Tears won't stop
Nightmares repeat
I swallowed my solution
And began to feel numb
Would someone miss me
Now that I'm gone?
A tribute to my friend, Alice L., who passed a week ago because of depression. She's only 17. Eventually, she had too much. I tried to talk to her, but she's half way around the world. She deleted her social media accounts except her Instagram. You will be missed, Al.
Alice (1997-2014)