They told me it was all in my head.
That my mind was telling me i was better off dead.
I did not see what they could see.
They saw a girl who had it all.
I saw a girl about to fall.
Fall off the edge.
Fall deeper into her head of black and nothing.
Fall deeper into the depression my family claimed was not there.
But I did not care.
It seemed i could never dare.
For to be daring you need courage.
A quality I seemed to lack.
As I packed all my thoughts deeper.
One thing became clear.
I had to leave this place.
Of everything i held so dear.
I say goodbye silently.
For they will never know.
About the girl with the broken mind.
Who finally was at peace.
About the Creator
chrystal wray
My name is Chrystal! I like a variety of topics but mainly science and horror related. This means most of my posts will be science and horror related but enjoy!
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