• She knows the first tears she sheds will never be her last,
    The black ink of eyeliner and mascara drips down, tainting pale skin.

    She writes out as best she can the reason explaining why,
    As it is the only question that can never be answered.

    She picks up her diary and pours her heart out in words no one can ever understand,
    It makes me wonder how much of her heart is left.

    Her mother cries hours later as realization hits her,
    Her daughter is gone.

    I pick up her diary where she wrote her words,

    I flip to the last page,
    I read her last words, only four, the last words she ever felt-
    “Dear Diary, I’m done.”