Poetry by inkcloud

She started hearing voices, their sounds continually plagued her mind driving her into insanity and finally death.  The voices never existed or did they? This question remained a pushing mystery. She had just lost everything and hope had lost her. Yet she wallowed in self pity and depression was her color. Unable to open up she dwelt on pain and it dug holes into her mind leaving her in delusions all not safe and all not Lucid yet she said nothing . She was flawed by silence this mistake was a grave one. One would reasonably blame all her friends or I wouldn't call them friends because they failed in noticing the little things, the things that really mattered her mental health was rapidly diminishing and NO ONE KNEW till it was too late. I see this as a call to understand the importance of mental health. Inkcloud.  I wrote this thinking about Mental health.