Fractured Poem by Concetta Salter

So steady, so fragile. A little of both
She breaths while you watch. Turns her head, than she chokes.

So happy, so merry. So lost in her fights.
She laughs while you watch. Turns her head, than she cries.

So peaceful, so sated. So torn and confused.
At ease while you watch. Turns her head, sinks in doom.

Two different sides to a girl once so whole.
Let go of her dreams, than gave up on her hopes.

Lost in the world, and so lost in herself.
To scared to ask for a hand or some help.

Voices now whisper of deaths peaceful bliss.
She picks up the knife and looks down at her wrists.

One little slice and the pain would be gone.
Set free from heartache she's held for to long.

So lifeless, so pale faced. She's found her escape.
No more pretending, cause death can't be faked.