She Folded

She folded, quit, shut down, bled out In a horrible, end-of-life way. With pills And lots of them Never fulfilling her dreams, Never finding her hopes. Never traveling the road that would have led her To a purpose that would have saved her I had not reached out Because she was on the fringe of my friends A beautiful woman – glorious brown eyes. Gorgeous black curly hair. She was a goddess, But she did not know Some had told her but she had laughed Not liking herself at all, plotting her demise The cure of the fold How easy it is to fold To damage yourself and others Through suicide Never fulfilling her purpose Never finding her dreams Never traveling the road less traveled The one you believe in and pave for yourself.