Deafening silence.

I sit on my balcony, wind whipping around my hair.
It's blowing without a single care. People see me
as a good girl, with hope that reach the skies. But
all the jagged scars on my wrist, tell me otherwise.

I'm a flower slowly wilting, in a field of beautiful
roses. I'm withering away to nothing, and no-one
even notices.

A tear slips from my face, falling to the ground,
and besides my crying, there's no other sound.
The world is filled with a deafening silence,
there's not a star in the sky. As I sit here on my
balcony, and as I slowly, painfully die.