She counts, slowly.
1, 2, 3...
She writes the figure down;
It amounts to 20.
She counts, unsure.
5, 10, 15.
She swallows the number down,
And waves goodbye to the pristine.
She stays unconscious,
10, 20, 30.
Until they resuscitate her.
She cries when she wakes up.
She's put into therapy,
1, 2, 3.
But nothing helps,
Not the chemicals nor being free.
She writes a facebook status
That everyone thinks is inspirational.
"Breaking old records, reaching new heights."
That night, she jumped.
You're incredibly talented, and I don't particularly like poetry, but this really spoke to me.
ReplyDeleteMaybe because I can relate to it, haha?
You're amazing.
Just thought you should be told. <3