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It Only Seemed Fair


It smells like death, if death had a smell She felt a soft breeze while tears streamed down her face. She stood there not knowing how to feel, Not knowing what to say. What she did feel was lost, empty, numb She didn’t lose anyone important, just the girl in the mirror She hated how she looked and everything else That happy girl they thought they saw every day, was a lie The ways to end her pain only worked for a while Now she sat on the grass in the middle of nowhere Staring at the scars she gave herself, and what her life became Thinking of ways to end her pain Death was in the air and death only seemed fair
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