Loss

February 10, 2018

I lost my best friend

Through depression

And through abuse.

She slowly drifted away.

The pills consumed her

As she consumed them.

She bottled up her pain

Until she couldn’t anymore.

There were blades,

There was blood,

And there were cuts.

Slowly but surely,

She lost her mind

And vanished.

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