Pain was all she felt
I knew her once, now not so much
Her death was like falling asleep slow at first then suddenly there was nothing
No one noticed her death
They still don't
They think she is still there but she hasn't been around for a long time
She sits and waits for people to notice but they refuse
Looking at her you wouldn't notice that how dead on the inside she was
She liked it better that way, less stress, less hurt, less reasons to punish herself
No one noticed when she skipped a meal or two
They didn't see the red marks from her pushing her pencil just a bit too hard as she drags it across her arm
They didn't want to see so they didn't
It hurt at first,
She wanted people to see that something wasn't right
But no one did
After feeling that deep aching pain she decided it wasn't worth it
So she simply stopped
The thing was, no one noticed that either
No one seemed to care
Nothing has changed
She is just drifting,
floating through life ignoring all that should have her focus
She no longer eats more than a sandwich a day but if she does eat more she becomes extremely nauseous
She doesn't try in her classes but her teachers don't seem to notice or care
In the end all she could think was "why? Why keep living? Why go through all of this pain?"
in the end she got her answer
"No one cares, your time has come"
And with that she plucked up the courage and pulled the razor blade across her arm
Loving the feel of the pain and the sight of her own blood
That was the last thing she saw,
her own blood cascading down her arm to form a pool beneath her body
She knew that it was finally over
All of the pain and hurt,
the sadness and despair
The hunger that seemed unending
It was finally over
No need for pain and punishments
No fear of others hurting her
No more questions about why she kept her head down when walking
No more questions about why she seems to always be wearing black or always in a jacket
No more social interactions
Just no more
The idea that it was all over should have made her mad, scared even
But that wasn't the case
She felt surprisingly happy
That feeling is something that she hasn't felt in a very long time
No one will remember her when she is gone
No one cared when she was here so why should they
No one understands how much their words actually affect others
Because of that she is gone
Because of that she has lost her will to live
Because of that she killed herself
No one was there to catch her when she started to fall
No one was there to support her
Everyone expected her to help them but when the time came they always left her on her own
They always seemed to busy to help her
She didn't mind people have always let her down
So why should this time be any different?
She once was smart, kind, pretty even
She never thought that she was good enough
Never thought she was pretty
Never thought she was nice enough
Sure she helped one specific teacher all the time but plenty or people did that
What made her special?
NOTHING
No one cared about her and no one ever will
How could they?
She was damaged goods
How could someone ever love someone like her?