Worst Case Scenario (For Her)

A shouting cry takes its form in the absence of sound

Her silence is a serenade-

A song that paints bittersweet

A dark room- and groom clothed in black

What scars are left on her heart she finds a way to turn into art

But the scars on her wrist show what else could've been

As if there's no heart in this world we live in

No one should end up standing so close to the worst case scenario

I hope to never describe such a scene

There's an absence of sunlight in her eyes-

And not any color left in her sky

But in her voice is a melody

She can't find a point to anything-

But relief in the song she sings

She's crying in her lyrics

But, somehow, no one thinks a thing

And what does that point to?

Most would say nothing

But to hear but and not listen-

To look but not see

Touching without feeling

Plainly unaware of her trauma as a teen

She's lived her life labeled as a drama queen

That served as a catalyst for a change for the worse in what she believes

She should never have to ask-

"Is this house a home?"

"Would anyone notice if I was gone?"

Without an "I'm proud of you" at her graduation

She's seeking validation

Desperately- something that can't be acquired through currency

The only person she's trying to prove herself to is herself

Stuck under the bar she set, always out of reach

Chasing the wind trying to find perfection

Dissatisfied with her own reflection

She's become a victim, of our world's silent weapon-

Depression

You can see it in her lack of expression

You can see it in what she sees in the mirror

Overwhelmed by the voices

She doesn't like what she's hearing

She isn't liking her choices

To run away with just what she's wearing

And the other-

Her worst case scenario

What I hope to never write about