The echoes of a life cut short,
Thirteen reasons why it all fell apart.
A tapestry of pain, woven with care,
Each thread a story, a burden to bear.
The first, a whisper of loneliness and doubt,
Unheard cries for help, a silent shout.
The second, a torrent of relentless shame,
Drowning in the weight of an unbearable name.
The third, a betrayal, a trust betrayed,
Shattered dreams, a friendship dismayed.
The fourth, a burden too heavy to hold,
Crushed by the weight of a story untold.
The fifth, a storm of unforgiving rage,
Lashing out, a desperate plea to disengage.
The sixth, a spiral of self-loathing and fear,
Trapped in a cycle, no solace to hear.
The seventh, a weight of expectation's toll,
Suffocating dreams, a stifling control.
The eighth, a wound that never quite healed,
Scars of the past, a truth unrevealed.
The ninth, a whisper of a love gone wrong,
Shattered hearts, a melody turned to song.
The tenth, a burden of guilt and regret,
Haunting memories, a debt never met.
The eleventh, a storm of anxiety's grip,
Drowning in the waves, a sinking ship.
The twelfth, a weight of a world's indifference,
Echoing silence, a deafening difference.
The thirteenth, a final, desperate plea,
A life extinguished, a tragedy.
Thirteen reasons why, a story so profound,
A testament to the pain that can be found.
In the depths of this darkness, a glimmer of hope,
A reminder that healing, though difficult, can still cope.
For in the aftermath of this tragic tale,
Lies the power to change, to mend, to prevail.