Am I next? Congrats society, There was once a love poem, But it's breath grew short She sat there in a room with death, Feeling really tired and troubled. Wishing all could start over, But this time in reverse, Then she'd rise from the ashes. She was fragile, With every breath it hurt. She hid behind that smile. Crying in dark corners. Thinking of everyone's feelings but hers. But that's just how she was, She listened, But when she opened how mouth to talk, No one did So she had to take that step back, From all the noise within, Silence the endless voices All the pain, secrets and darkness. You had seen it coming. So don't cry, don't grieve. Because people aren't born sad, We make them that way. An Exit
