Disclaimer: The asylum only lets me have what I brought with me. Sadly, I did not bring this book.
Please do not try this at home.
Morning
She wakes each day.
Puts on a mask.
Lies her way through her classes.
Never connecting.
Afternoon
No one ever sees
The pain He left.
A deep well
Buried down deep
Deep inside her.
Evening
She cuts.
Watches the flow,
The red river from that well.
Slowly empty the pain
Bit by bit.
Night
But gradually it returns.
So she jumps.
Author's note:
You know, jumping off buildings is not very healthy. Please, please don't follow the example set forth in this poem!
Now, for those of you who cannot follow directions, please review before you jump.