hope's decreasing—
the curtain was closed,
the door was locked,
and person inside of the
four corners was lost.
pills on her desk,
rope in her ceiling,
blade on her hand,
and slowly losing her faith.
pain was palpable in her eyes,
treating her skin like a paper,
anxiety became her confidant,
and depression was her bestfriend.
but she decided to go on,
and ignore those suicidal thoughts.
let all of her doubts go,
and ready to face the tomorrow.
and now—
she was once the suicidal girl
who got the courage to live again.
once a lost girl who decided
to breathe her worries.
finally,
she realized—rope, pills and blade ain't solutions.
her dark past affects her so much,
and she'll never look back again.
©polla
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