Many witnessed her suicide,
Few cared,
Some say it was an angel,
Soaring through the air,
Her face determined and strong,
Herself confident and together,
Proven most doubtful and wrong,
She dropped fast,
But the ground got further away,
Feeling as if she wouldn't last,
But still she fell,
Lost to all,
No one could tell,
She was in a trance,
The people didn't care,
All they did was glance,
Finding this suicide is a call for attention,
Not knowing she was falling for death,
It’s an unrelenting condition,
It brought shame to those with pride,
And hate to those with love,
They just don't know it's mental suicide.
~Ash-Li Graves
Accursed Anthology
Author notes
Accursed Anthology is what I call my collection of works.
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