Now that she gave up the fight against the demons inside her head please, don't be mad sad frustrated disappointed don't put the blame on her saying she could've asked for help she did but it fell on deaf ears she tried to ward off the demons whispering to her every night she tried to deviate those dark thoughts in her mind she tried to keep the blade away from her wrist she tried to keep her sanity in her grip she did and tried all by herself she tried and tried until she succeeded... not.
She did. She tried. But she lost the fight.
We couldn't really blame those people who think that taking their lives would be the best answer because we don't really feel their pain. Maybe we understood the situation they are in but not the pain they are feeling. Don't go around saying that they should do this and that or that you've have been into worst situations than theirs but still managed to survived. Not everyone have the same pain tolerance as yours. Always remember that.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This becomes more evident as we grow older. What we once may have thought was a work of art, now because of age has fallen apart. When we started out we might have looked like a Michelangelo, but in the end I fear that we shall all become Picasso's.
Written by James M Vines
James wrote this little rhyme for me. And I had to share! Thank you, James!