She’s fragile, might break.
That’s more pills she’ll take.
The whole world against her,
laughing, ‘she’s fake’.
She’s tried to fit in,
done things she usually would not.
Not good enough still,
She’s losing the plot.
Bipolar, BPD, anxious, alone.
Dead in the head, numb to the bone.
Do you even see her?
You walked right past.
The pain clings on tight,
Built to last.
There’s still things to sort,
So it won’t be just yet.
But when she does it,
Don’t start to regret.
Don’t say that you knew her,
You’re sad that’s she’s gone.
She was lovely, you miss her,
Where did that come from?
You had a chance to change things,
Show her that you care.
Too late now, you blew it,
She’s no longer there.
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“The pain clings on tight, Built to last.” How incredibly true.