The Quicksand

She sits at her computer,

Worrying as usual,

Wishing she was with you,

Because you’re rarely there anymore.

She’s slowly becoming depressed,

Sinking deeper into the quicksand,

She knows it’s happening,

But she denies it with all her power.

Then the day comes,

She felt so alone,

Crying as she snuck away to the bathroom,

She locked the door.

She sits on the floor,

She pulls out the blades,

She takes a deep breath,

And she is numb.

She’s slowly becoming suicidal,

Being swallowed by the quicksand,

She knew it was going to happen,

But now she smiles at the thought.

Isn't it sad,

How a seemingly normal girl,

With a seemingly normal life,

Could become what she is?

She tells people her secret,

Some try to help,

Most just shrug it off,

And say it’s for attention.

Including him,

The one she loved,

He didn't know how to take the news,

So he made her the criminal.

Two weeks of silence,

Two weeks of being ignored,

Two weeks of sadness,

Two week of thinking about ending it all.

She’s quickly reaching her end,

Barely above the quicksand,

It’s about to happen,

But she doesn't know what to do.