A poem by me:
I once met a girl staring at a lake,
Her tears were real but her smile was fake.
I asked her why she stared so longingly,
She said “it has my chance to finally be free.”
I didn’t understand her, but I knew she wasn’t fine.
How could someone be so sad, but smile the whole time?
So I stood next to the girl, her smile plastered on
And watched the shadow come over her with the setting sun.
I felt obligated to stay, to make sure she was okay,
Because something told me that today was her day.
I didn’t want to leave, so I sat down on the ground.
She sat too, but she didn’t make a sound.
I watched her feel the water, and she told me it was cold.
She said she didn’t mind it, it made her feel at home.
I asked her what had gone so wrong,
She said she was hoping it wouldn’t be lonely, that someone would come along.
She thanked me for fulfilling her very last wish, and slowly stood.
I wanted to save her, to hold her, to love her but I didn’t think I could.
I watched her closely as she quietly said,
“If only you understood the thoughts in my head,
I gave my all, each and everyday, to everyone and everything”
I waited for more when she started to grin.
“You know, you start to feel hollow when you always give your all,
But I have nothing left to give.” And she started to bawl.
I wanted to comfort her, but I knew she had made up her mind,
Before walking into the water, she thanked me for being so kind,
And then onward she went, letting the water slowly rise to her waist,
Her body got lost the deeper she went, and soon I could only see her face.
I wanted to save her, to hold her, to love her.
But by the time I was ready, she had already gone under.