In Memorium

Poem created after hearing of the death of a young woman

That happy little girl,
Always cute, ever sweet
Who would have imagined
The demons she’d meet.
Voices inside her beautiful head
That all kept saying, “we wish you were dead.”
She tried to ignore them, th
e best that she could
And sometimes they left her alone. But they grew
As she did and relentlessly tried
To make her give up, there was nowhere to hide,’
To hide in a bottle, a pill or a smoke,
The voices all said “this is not really a joke.”
Eventually, they got their way
She slipped out of her head one day.
She gave up resisting and stopped insisting
That love could save her some way.
The demons won, they had their fun, but
Our memories won’t come undone.