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Losing Her

She would have been beautiful today;
her hair smooth and straight under a stiff blue mortarboard,
the tassel swinging dangerously with every turn of her head.
The color of her robes like the deep sapphire of the sky,
bringing out the green in her eyes.
Her Sunday best starched and crisp, ironed with perfect creases.
She would have been successful today;
a diploma in the mail, a degree in hand,
ready to take on the world with mind and heart, drive and passion.
No one realized the stress, the pressure of being perfect,
how it was too much, too fast...
it drove her to tears
trying to comprehend failure.
But she knew it. Regretfully so.
No one could understand how she felt in this moment,
standing on the edge of oblivion,
contemplating her next action
and where it would take her.
Behind her eyes lay pain, disappointment, fear,
exhaustion with all the world around her.
She didn't know how to handle it anymore.
She didn't know if when she woke up tomorrow, it would tolerable anymore.
She prayed it would, prayed that the love she gave would be returned;
but yet always felt empty-handed, empty-hearted,
left out in the cold by the ones she thought cared.
Even her real friends didn't understand, didn't see the signs
of a friend in trouble. Either that or they were too afraid themselves.
So she waited, for an opportunity to show herself
in one sure act, so that everyone would know, no doubt...
what it was that led her to this day.
They were losing her.