She was going through something
Regardless, she wouldn't admit it
No, something within couldn't
She was trying to hold it together
But, inside, she was falling apart
She withdrew from
For reasons she couldn't say
"Protection" perhaps
She hated being alone
Really, really, hated being alone
She was "alone" in some form all her life
And it was crushing to her
Yet, she still withdrew from her loved ones
She couldn't stand the silence
But she grew to hate the sound of her own voice
More as her thoughts echoed around
Mockingly
She was faltering
With barely a step forward
Yet, 1,000 steps falling backwards
Her hands shook
She stayed up most nights
Diary pages with writings scribbled out
In a red pen
She was in pain
Agony, rather
Filled with an immense guilt
She's done things, horrible things
And has wronged someone she loved
She needed to atone
It would come to a head
She doesn't remember the first attempt
Just that it failed, and she remembered she tasted vomit
She wasn't feeling well
Her "cover story"
Half-truth and half lie
She needed a warm bath and a blade
And then her troubles would be over
Relief crossed with regret
Unbeknownst to her, she wouldn't succeed
Someone would come to save her life
Before she'd be a victim of a mental breakdown
Authoress Note: Some of this was based on my own mental health decline (that spanned from 2020-2022ish) and is somewhat of a call back to a previous fanfic I wrote called Remember, though, Sats in that fic had started to develop psychosis as well but, nevertheless, her breakdown would culminate into a suicide attempt. —Amoridere