The last time I found her with a rope tied around her neck,
I told her "stop it!" and get over her dread.
She said she was hurting, but she felt no pain,
She likened it to drowning, her own deepest bane.
I still remember her smile, as bright as the sun,
Now she's empty and wants to be gone.
She kept her things in boxes and said her farewells,
Cried to her friends and wished them "Be well."
She had her high hopes despite an unclear future,
Now she's damaged her wrists and got her first sutures.
I keep believing it's all just a phase,
She'll wake up, smiling, her sadness erased.
She was strong, our family's anchor,
Now what has become of my own dear daughter?