On this, day number two, anxiety overwhelms,
her spirit abandons its peaceful existence,
succumbs to painful despair.
When she can’t smile, she needs.
It isn’t fair or cause for health.
Realizing she has no one,
suicidal thoughts flood,
fills her mind so great,
bursts out through her eyes, nose, and mouth.
This heart aches in every shade of blue.
When she can’t quiet anxious thoughts,
she turns off the only connection she has to feel.
Lays in her bed
alone,
room for merely one.
If her legs were stronger
than the dark that paralyzes, she’d run;
take one last look,
forget all she has ever known,
and run into emptiness;
away from guilt,
mistakes, and
broken forevers.
Start a life
without me.
© LRS 2011
