One, two, three, four
She counted in every drop of red and crimson
Five, six, seven, eight
She counted in every ounce of depression

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
That's when she met a ball of happiness
That ball took out small bits of depression from her
And that ball is the girl who made this poem of sadness

Now she counted backwards everyday
Happiness replacing her sadness day by day
Eleven, ten, nine, and eight
seven, six, five, four, three and stopped

She stopped before reaching the last two numbers
Her depression and anxiety screwing her up yet again
Abuse and cancer were the main reasons
So she counted four, five, all the way to twenty

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three
The ball tried to stop her and set her free
Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six
She never ever stopped and reached number thirty.

By then, the ball got sad, worried and felt bad.
When she knew about this, she stopped her counting
She didn't want the ball to fade away its happiness
And so she gave her the love that she longed to give to it

When I became happy again, she thought not to count again
And she paused for a while as she enjoyed spending with me
But then, more cruel abuses attacked her
Leaving her no choice but to count as always

Now, she didn't let the ball know about her sadness
So she made a mask for herself to hide it
The ball was gullible and got manipulated by it
Her counting continued, thirty-one to forty

As time passed by, she easily reached ninety
But her mask started cracking, exposing her already ruined self
The ball notices and worried more and more
It never left her side giving her comfort

Ninety-one, ninety-two
Her counting slowed down
Ninety-three, ninety-four
She knew that her time was almost up

Ninety-five and paused
The ball told her something
It told her its love and affection
It said "I love you"

The ball suspiciously knew that her time was coming
The time to leave this very twisted world
It didn't want the girl to disappear just yet
And so it gave her its unconditional happiness and love

Ninety-six and four numbers left
She started taking pills
Ninety-seven and three numbers left
She experienced more and more abuse

Ninety-eight and two more numbers left
The ball could now see that it couldn't stop the girl anymore
Nonetheless it continued its duty and said to itself
"I shall give her the fullest of my abilities and make her happy before then"

Ninety-nine and she paused yet again
She didn't want to leave everyone
But then an incident happened
And the tightrope of survival she walked on finally snapped

Before it snapped, she sent a letter to a friend
Not to the ball but to her friend
She told her to tell everyone her final goodbye
She wanted everyone to know that she will surrender

One hundred and boom
Overdosed by pills took her to her doom
Everyone was shocked and mourned for her
The ball of happiness turned into a ball of pure sadness

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Thank you for everything..