Gone
Thoughts of failure,
Searching for some inner strength.
Spiralling, as emotions start feeling tense.
(Why can’t anyone see she’s broken and needs someone to save her?)
As her skin grows paler,
State of mind fades frailer,
Followed by the random outburst of erratic “unexplainable” behaviour.
She never quite found her saviour; hope gone so she finally picked up that razor.
She was later found deceased, now happily with her creator.
Jason Bayliss
Thu 15th Apr 2021 07:56
It is a hard read, but the raw poetic honesty of it is beautiful and heartbreaking. It's a difficult subject to write about. I stared that particular demon down when I was much younger than I am now, and in the moment when I came close, I stopped and realised two things, first, that most people are much kinder than you think if you give them the chance to be, and second that life is too precious to give away and too mysterious to truly understand, and I'm not saying there haven't been hard times since, but I will say this, looking back, I definitely made the right choice.
J. x