Broke Free

Broke Free


How sad could she be? 

How done? 

She didn't have to do that.

She didn't need to hang or cut. 

Building standing with cracked bricks,

Trampled dreams,

Stolen feelings

And a lost thief.

Would it have been so tough? 

It must have been though,

For she succumbed to death

But, death embraced her.

Friends couldn't forgive themselves.

Laughing felt like a sin.

How couldn't they notice? 

The terror inside her and raging menace. 

"How could she do that?",her mother asks.

"I can't bear her name anymore.

She wasn't selfish like the one lying in front of me.

She isn't my blood. She isn't me.",the father said.

Everyone didn't know when to stop to weep.

How could you, when without her you can't even sleep?

They think, that they are to blame,

For they became blind and didn't notice, 

How they lost the girl, 

Who wasn't anyone's to claim. 

She wasn't the only one who stopped breathing. 

She wasn't the only one whose heart stopped beating.

She wasn't the only one dying.

She isn't the only one dead. 


-Vaishnavi Singh