Once upon a time

There was a young girl

She was tired of fighting

Tired of feeling ignored

Tired of being alone.

She tried and tried to be everything

they wanted her to be.

So she thought, what if there was no me?

She sat in the chair of her vanity

And looked at the face staring back at her

it was sad. hopeless.

Someone she was tired of being.

She rose up and went to the bathroom

Where she swallowed a bottle of pills.

She laid on the ground sobbing,

wondering, is this really how I want to leave?

She went back to the mirror.

Waiting for the pills to take effect.

She felt a presence

And heard a familiar voice

whispering, it’s not your time.

It was this moment

She realized she wanted to survive.

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