Thoughts of failure,
Searching for some inner strength.
Spiralling, as emotions start feeling tense.
As her skin grows paler,
Her state of mind fades frailer,
Followed by the random outburst of erratic “unexplainable” behaviour.
She was never lucky enough to find a saviour,
Hope gone so she finally picked up that razor.
She was later found deceased, now happily with her creator.
Why couldn’t anyone see she was broken before it was too late to save her?