like an etch on treebark. like cardiac arrest of her heart.

she is fading. she is slowly drowning in her own ways.
they tell her she's not good enough. they tell her she doesn't respect herself. they tell her others whisper of her flaws .. her downfall. they tell her their expectations have dropped like a plummeting parachute jumper - with no fucking parachute. why does she care anyway?
she is falling. she is falling through the invisible safety net.
there is no one to catch her fall. not even him. definitely not him.
she is reaching. she is reaching for dwindling hope. she is reaching for the dark.
once again, weakness is sucking her insides away. she is left with nothing.
she lies in bed with her hands outstretched like a feeble child, awaiting someone and anyone to alleviate her deathly sickness. she waits and nothing happens. she tries not to care. she will not care.

she is gone.
goodbye.