“She was so beautiful.”

That’s what everyone said.

Who knew life could be so fragile.

“Why didn’t we see the signs?”

One might ask.

It’s because they didn’t wish to listen.

It wasn’t her fault her moods shifted so fast.

Extreme highs to the darkest of lows in a flash.

It wasn’t her fault she lived with people inside her head.

They carried so much pain.

You would never see the trauma behind her eyes.

She was too good at keeping it hidden.

She had given up on reaching out when she needed it most-

afraid to drag down others.

“Aren’t people sick of me?”

She would think.

“Maybe, I’m just a drama queen.”

But, they weren’t there inside her mind-

reliving thoughts, emotions, and memories.

They weren’t there to comfort her and cry with her.

She was always alone when the thoughts became monsters.

“I guess she got tired of living…”

“Too bad. What a waste of life.”

“How could she not see how beautiful she was?”

Well, that’s depression for ya.

She couldn’t see because everything was black.

The light had faded.

Her light had faded.

Everyone else’s light reflected off the mask she wore.

And, I wonder, if you had seen through this ploy,

if there would have been anything you could have done to stop her.

Or, if it was inevitable because her mind was made up?

She was tired of fighting.

She was tired of losing.

She felt that nothing had meaning.

All people ask now is, “Why?”

Well, why didn’t you care when she was alive?

They say, “She had so many likes on her pictures. Everyone congratulated her on her success.”

It was through a screen!

Do people not understand?

No one spoke her love language.

No wonder she felt so alone!

So, you ask, “Why did she do it? Why did she kill herself?”

You don’t understand now so you will never know.

Jesus<3MGP

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