One Last Cry


The last time I saw her
She was blank and faint
My heart ached
As I watched her withdraw

She isolated herself
Into her bedroom
Filling her shelves
With poetry that she treasured

She wrote about the day
That she will fade
Described how she’ll decay
After she takes her life with a blade

She used to go out on Saturday’s
With the girls she used to call friends
Sat around a campfire and blazed
But her happiness she had to pretend

After those nights she went to bed
Wrote a poem about dying again
The thoughts filled up in her head
She couldn’t get rid of the pain

She took the knife she wrote about
Locked the door behind her
Cried one last time out loud
Then removed herself from the world


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