“No, never her, not that girl”
Little did they know that her web of lies was waiting to unfurl.
Beauty, brains, she had it all as some would say,
But depression became the predator and she the prey.
Confidence that others would **** for,
A mask of self-assurance she wore.
How could one who had everything going for her,
Become her own saboteur?
Ran, she did for months, even years,
Hoping this question would eventually disappear.
“Are you okay?” “Yes, I’m fine,”
Others never knowing the desolation that haunted her mind.
Feelings, earnest thoughts, locked away, hidden on a shelf,
And in the process she buried herself.
Into a hole she thought she could never escape,
Till one day she’s found in a bed wearing a hospital cape.
“No, never her, not that girl,”
Little did they know that her web of lies was waiting to unfurl.
This is a poem I wrote for my english class last year. It's a couplet poem and that's why I really stressed the rhyming. It's about my suicide attempt and the process of destructive thoughts leading up to it. It happened like summers ago.Wow, I can't believe it's been three years. I guess that shows how past event don't define you, they're just one more part of your story and I never wrote about my suicide attempt until I had to do this project and I just thought I'd share it