Every day. She walked around with bags under her eyes.
Every day, she was faced with a huge crowd of laughter,
Every day, attacked with occasional shoves and pushing,
Every day. She took it.

Someone whispered,
There is only so much she can tolerate.
Thoughts that constantly run across her head, wont dare come out.
Didn’t scream, how screwed up she was.

Pain in the back and shoulders,
From carrying the tons.
Problems, fear, run, run, run.
She never did run, she walked, slowly.
Crawled, dragging her bags,
The bags under her eyes, they drag.

They always caught up.
Get away, get away.
Nasty thoughts, memories that ate her up inside.
Thoughts that were stronger, voices that were louder.

Syringe, vein, hit, sleep.

Sleep it on, sleep it off.
Slip into the world where she chose,
Chose to run, run a little faster,
Scream, scream a little louder.

Shut. Her eyes were shut tight, drag her into it,
Into the place where she chose.
“Wake up” someone whispered.

Open, with open eyes she see’s
Not every time can she choose.
Sometimes, sometimes it takes over, it comes through
It decides.

Slave, she’s a slave, do as told.
Slave to the thoughts, slave to the screaming.
Keep them closed, don’t move, she can’t move.
Even if she could decide she wouldn’t be able to.

The clock, the clock on the wall,
Every second pulling, dragging, taking her life.
Weakness, taking over what is left of her.
Crawling, to pick herself up.
Heavy, with the tons on her shoulders.

At the tip of her fingers, within her reach.
Collapsing, she can’t no more.
Lay there, lifeless, eyes wide open.

Open, with open eye’s she see’s
Not every time can she choose.
Chosen, it has been chosen.

Her life, no longer.
Elevate, she sees what used to be her body
Laying on the ground, lifeless.
No life. Taken.

The shell, of what she was a long time ago, life drained, pulled, sucked, taken.
Dry, no tears no saliva, no tears.
Mute, no speech, no sight.
She’s far too late to choose on her own.

The syringe, on the counter.
The vein, no longer breathing.

Gone.