The Story of Many

Weary and tired,
she lays down to sleep.
Wanting for one night to be numb,
for just one night,
wanting to be left alone.
Weary and tired of her life she cries,
silent and echoless are her sobs.
They fall on deaf ears.
Depressed.
 
Her mind's eye is distorted,
her figure in the mirror.
Fat.
Crosses her mind.
So she stops eating,
her body too grows weary and tired.
She doesn't want anyone to see,
so she puts on heavy clothing.
Obsessive Anorexic.

The jar lay in front of her,
full of her mother's medications.
They each hold an empty promise of new light.
She tells herself she might finally sleep.
But she knows the real reason she takes them.
She wants no longer to face the dawn of day.
She wants no longer to wake.
Suicidal.

Her reflection in the mirror is that of someone else.
She recognizes somethings,
the pieces of the puzzle she lost long ago.
She used to be happy,
but now she hides behind her painted on smile.
To let people in would be a mistake.
To show them her true colors would be a false step.
So she hides behind a pretty picture,
but her light begins to shine dim.
Scared and Unhappy.

Her mind overwhelms with the stress.
Her parents want nothing but the best,
they don't understand.
They unknowingly push her too far.
She begins to crack like the pavement of an old sidewalk.
So she goes into her bathroom,
breaks the blades from her razor.
She does the one thing she can to feel pain.
Blood splatters her skin,
She finally feels something.
Cutter.

The last sits alone in her room.
Weary and tired of the problems she faces.
Her friends all hate themselves.
They fail to notice.
Her screams as she falls away into nothingness.
Long forgotten, the forever invisible.
She waits, waiting for her one chance to outshine,
the perfect friends she remotely despises inside.
Waiting to one day have her own spotlight.
So she waits alone, just like every other night.
She goes unnoticed.
Forgotten.