Optimum Disintegration of Her Withering Mind.

She muffles her sobs ,
As the tears cascade from her weeping eyes.
Hearing that voice once again.The only weakness she possesses,
Brings her down to the deepest levels of misery.

Are you oblivious to her pain?
what does it take for you to notice,
That you carve the deepest wound
Upon the surface of her shattered heart.
There's no one to blame but you.

Inconspicuously, she runs away from your fury.
Crawl into the deepest hole,
And she prays the darkness will one day overtake her.
Easing the pain once and for all,
Giving up on the ever-lasting battle.

Doing the unthinkable,
She reaches for that shimmering object,
That she hopes will ease her from her pain.
Even her own thoughts are surprised by this impulse.
Seconds passed, and the line has been crossed.

She's never believed in this monstrosity,
And has always tried fighting it,
Even if it means losing relationships along the way.
But the fury was too much to handle.
Those thoughts can invade a mind faster than you think.

You wonder how you could possibly be at fault.
You took the right precautions,
Guided her thought the right paths,
And left your attention to fix something,
That was more visibly shattered than her.

If you only knew,
Everything you’ve done to protect her,
Backfired, and was the breeze that blew her over the edge.
You never worried too much, and she noticed.
But don't you know that worry, in its hidden form, is a way to show you care?

Seeing the outcome herself,
She's dismayed by the baggage it brought.
Petrified that she sunk down to this level,
Thinking she was stronger,
And could suppress any forms of pain.

The deep catatonic state of depression that you see
Will be what kills her faster.
Even if she doesn’t speak, let her know it's normal for people to fall.
Tell her it's how you pick yourself afterwards that matters.

Once full recovery has been achieved,
Thanks to deep loyalties,
Past experiences,
And a strong past state of mind,
She'll spill her secret to the world.

The reactions were expected,
Predicted, almost.
But that doesn’t mean it's easier
To replay the events of nights before.
She’ll have to live with those memories now.

Feelings of remorse, fear and anger
Intertwine confusion around her.
She waits for time to diagnose her,
How mentally healthy she’ll be in the future.
After all, you drove her past this line,

Who knows how far of a mistake she’ll make next time.
You can’t tell her,
For you burry your head in the sand.
She can’t tell you,
For she has no idea how mentally stable she is…