Breathing
She's not breathing,
I Hope she does in a matter of time,
Right now she's seething,
From all the pain she holds inside,
And now I'm grieving,
For the loss of another beautiful mind,
But reminds me we can all fall down at anytime,
even the resplendent and kind,
If by our own design we choose to resign,
She was too independent of a girl to ask for help,
Maybe it's because she never had nobody to ask,
So she turned to liquid strength from inside of her flask,
And buried her face in a besotted mask,
Basking in an artificial glow that can never last,
Ever harassed by her woe is me thoughts,
Sown by her naughts
Though it's not what she sought,
But then her drinks became her drugs,
And her drugs became her loves,
Her loves became her fate,
And her fate became her hate,
And as of late, can't even stand to suffer,
Looking at herself in a mirror straight,
So she took her drugs to try and sedate,
Not realizing just how many that she ate,
And as her heart slowed to a minuscule rate,
She cried for help but it is already too late...
Copyright © Ian Sylvester | Year Posted 2010
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