Chapter 11: The unknown

Depression poetryWords: 535

Drip, drip,drip,drop

The blood keeps flowing and it just won't stop

He asked earlier how she was

And she replied "I'm okay "

But that wasn't even the worst lie of the day

Her counselor ask how she felt

She said good but didn't tell how she dealt

Now the mask has faded

There was No need for the show

Now she was alone

She wondered if they would miss her

What would they say if she was found dead broken and bleeding

If her heart would stop beating

These questions she would never know the answer to

For her they would always be unknown