Her wrist bands grew

No one noticed her downward spiral,
Her fiery essence becoming less feral.

The number of bracelets and wrist bands growing,
As we, the people who loved her went unknowing.
Even though she cried out at times,
Her voice disappeared in the wind chimes.

No one heard her cries at night,
Or saw the tears blinding her sight.

She tried to get our attention,
But it never reached our comprehension.
Even though she painted that picture,
And we all got sucked in in rapture.

No one believed her lies but didn’t question her either,
She began to inwardly whither.

Until one day she made the ultimate sacrifice,
Fell through that thin layer of ice,
And paid the ultimate price for our stupidity,
Her priceless life left cheap and empty.

No one noticed her cries for help,
So nobody lent a hand, and no one came to help.