DreamGirl
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On the exterior,
things seemed fine.
Maybe one would even think at 13
I had it all.
I might have even been one
others envied,
but that was a facade.
The interior was something
almost no one saw.
Inside were the tears shed
night after night,
while lying awake.
Feelings of emptiness,
of being alone.
Pain that hurt worse and cut deeper,
than any physical infliction ever could.
No one knew what I was going through,
I tried to hide it all
with a laugh or smile,
never letting on.
After a while,
simple things became a struggle,
school became my prison.
Then came that night,
the night I thought I had finally reached
my breaking point.
It was only a headache,
but yet I held that Tylenol bottle
a minute too long.
My mind began to race,
my heart pounded.
Would I really go through with it?
What would it prove?
The pills seemed to call my name,
screaming: "DO IT DO IT!"
Just as I thought I might,
I hear the phone ring,
bringing me back to reality.
When I realize it's you,
I break down,
crying.
Immediately you say you're on your way over.
You arrive.
Soaked as it is pouring out.
We hug,
I cry harder.
I'm relieved, yet scared
at my momentary thought.
You stayed with me,
comforted me, talked with me,
never left my side,
until I fell asleep.
You saved me that night,
by one simple call.
How you knew, I'll never know,
I just call it a miracle,
and you my angel.
I can't thank you enough.
Not only for the call,
or coming over at nearly midnight,
but also for being my best friend,
and most of all,
for saving my life.
~Meg~
things seemed fine.
Maybe one would even think at 13
I had it all.
I might have even been one
others envied,
but that was a facade.
The interior was something
almost no one saw.
Inside were the tears shed
night after night,
while lying awake.
Feelings of emptiness,
of being alone.
Pain that hurt worse and cut deeper,
than any physical infliction ever could.
No one knew what I was going through,
I tried to hide it all
with a laugh or smile,
never letting on.
After a while,
simple things became a struggle,
school became my prison.
Then came that night,
the night I thought I had finally reached
my breaking point.
It was only a headache,
but yet I held that Tylenol bottle
a minute too long.
My mind began to race,
my heart pounded.
Would I really go through with it?
What would it prove?
The pills seemed to call my name,
screaming: "DO IT DO IT!"
Just as I thought I might,
I hear the phone ring,
bringing me back to reality.
When I realize it's you,
I break down,
crying.
Immediately you say you're on your way over.
You arrive.
Soaked as it is pouring out.
We hug,
I cry harder.
I'm relieved, yet scared
at my momentary thought.
You stayed with me,
comforted me, talked with me,
never left my side,
until I fell asleep.
You saved me that night,
by one simple call.
How you knew, I'll never know,
I just call it a miracle,
and you my angel.
I can't thank you enough.
Not only for the call,
or coming over at nearly midnight,
but also for being my best friend,
and most of all,
for saving my life.
~Meg~
