She told them why she cried every night
She told them why there were slits on her wrist
She told them why she hadn't eaten
since two o'clock the previous day.
And when she told them,
they should have known better.
they should have known not to tell her
"It's okay. It will all get better."
Because it didn't.
And they might have known it wouldn't.
And this time,
instead of telling why,
on that last piece of paper
she said goodbye.
