She rises from the ashes,
Donning infinite avatars,
Sending the vile searching for cover,
And begging for mercy...
She wails and sobs in the morning hour..
Her demons came..
Ready to devour.
Nothing she says..
No scream or tear..
Can keep away the agony and fear.
As she begs them to stop her demons within...
They just torture her more engulfed with her sin..
Wait..her sin?..But how, she did all she could..
Now like predicted she is blamed like she said she would..
She did not ask nor wanted this all..
Yet nobody hears as she continues to fall.
Doctors, professors and so many more..
Diagnosis and tablets and she falls on the floor..
Mentallly unstable was now her new label..
Nobody cared why, when or how.
All that they wanted is that she keeps quite, listen and bow..
Begging these demons inside of her head..
To please let her be, she has no tears left to shed.
She is tired and numb and dead from within..
If only the listened..
She comitted no sin.
Too late they found her..
In a heap on the floor..
No breath left inside her..
She has lost the war.
Clutched in her hand they later would find..
Her final goodbye to a world left behind..
Still inside that letter she lastly pleaded..
She could not help for the demons that feeded..
She wished her loved ones a final farewell..
And ended her note with what seemed like a bell.
Loudly, boldly she wrote in the end..
I wasn't that broken or even that bent.
I just asked for care, compassion and love..
Yet all I was given was hate, pills and lies..
Well I gave up and gave in..
The pills all inside..
I just hope from now on you feel how I cried.
©lollasmith
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