**Trigger Warning**
Atop her nose rested ebony frames
and her eyes were speckled with gold.
Yet in her mind, a storm was brewing.
“To be expected,” she was told.
She couldn’t quite come to understand
why the world was framed this way
The ropes that held her mind together
were beginning, quickly, to fray.
“Everything hurts,” she cried.
“My brain, my heart, my soul.”
Even then they all just scoffed,
“she really has lost control.”
Control is what they wanted to see
so control was what she would give them.
A bottle of pills lay in her reach...
Her frame shaking
Her heart a drum
Her friend shrieking
Her body numb
She startled awake in a hospital bed,
And the realization hit her.
She didn’t want to be dead
But to end her life, she had been eager.