poem

they said try telling yourself it will get better
how can i, when i know in my heart it's not true
im the one person i can't seem to lie to
that night she ate a handful of candies
she said her prayers and went to sleep
they found her days later, empty bottle
no one expected this
they buried her beneath the daisies
the flowers she loved so well
now she's one of the flowers, silent and still
they stand beautifully, just as she in life
how bad could it have been
how bad could it have hurt
it tore her apart because she was alone
nobody seemed to see, but they should have known