Author’s note: I never thought I would come up with poetry, especially a rather depressing one. Hopefully, this won’t suck.

There she goes again,

She’s crying inside,

Bleeding inside,

Screaming inside,

But showed nothing outside.

Listen to your soul talk to you.

“Isabel, Isabel,

Will you ever learn?

Will you finally try to talk to others?

About your pain?”

“Yes, I have learned,

But I will not do so,

Not to my family,

Never to my friends,

I refuse to burden them,

With my irrational pain,

And I refuse to let them see,

How truly vulnerable I am.”

There she goes again,

Talking to her family,

To her friends,

Laughing,

Smiling,

Listening,

But never telling about her hurt.

Once again,

She meets her closest friend,

Inside, she’s screaming to tell of her anguish,

Instead, she merely smiles and talks,

So many times she wanted to tell that friend everything,

Too many times she silently cried out for help,

But once again Isabel,

You’ve betrayed your own self,

You let yourself wallow in the dark,

When you needed help most.

Isabel, Isabel,

When will you realize that you are selfish?

For keeping problems to yourself?

Had your family knew about your affliction,

Had your friends heard about your sadness,

Nothing in the world would stop them,

From bringing you out from the valley of darkness.

But now look at yourself.

You are dead.

Now look at your loved ones.

See how your family weeps for you,

See how your friends cry for you,

All of them, wanting to ask even at the side of your coffin,

“Why?”

Look at yourself again.

You’re crying,

For the pain you’ve afflicted your loved ones with,

For not giving them the chance to help you,

For not even telling them what happened.

It is too late for regrets,

For there is no turning back from death.

Death is not the end,

It is merely a beginning for a new journey.

But as for you, Isabel,

It is the end,

It is not death that stricken you.

For you did this to yourself.

You are now…. defeated.

FIN