Depressed. Wet pillows.
2 AM Tears. 12 AM Wandering minds.
Red, sleep deprived, baggy eyes.
She’s drowning. Mind’s a wreck.
She sits on her bed.
Staring at the walls.
Screaming in the inside.
Screeching her heart out.
Those awful thoughts. Restless.
Lost. Stained wrists.
She whispered “I’m Fine”.