she was different
she lived a normal life
had two moms
and two dads
just like most teen girls her age
she had many pets
two lizards
six cats
a guinea pig
and a hamster
she had sisters
six actually
and she had a room
coated with posters
and artwork
of her own
that looked like
more photographs
on posters
but she never knew
she just hurt
her anxiety
ate her alive
her poems
expressed her terrible
depression
her artwork
hid it all
underneath all the talent
was the sad truth
that her soul was dying
she never spoke
she yelled at her family
she lived in her room
on her computer
crying her eyes out
over her life
she had a storm over her heart
that clouded her thoughts
and her soul
her spirit
It destroyed her inside until
she lay down on her bed
went to sleep
and never woke up
now
sometimes
when you visit the room
that this stormhearted girl
lived in
you can hear her tears
falling on the windowsill
as rain
