Evanesce

She just loved thunderstorms

Like her even nature sometimes screamed

She cried when it rained

For it brought her peace that she wasn't alone

She never tried to heal

Because that was the only link

The link connected to life

The only thing that didn't disappear with her

She was exhausted

In dire need of peace and solitude 

But every time she was alone

She'd cut a part of herself to feel complete 

She was not the innocent girl she was

In her eyes one could notice the pain

The armour she had put up

To be safe from the past

Trapped in between the past and present

She wanted to hold on to the memories

The same aching memories of them

Tragically beautiful souvenir she had safekept

A dead poet of few words

They adored her works

But she wrote only when she was falling

Falling in love or falling apart

She loved her scars 

For they were permanent

They were always with her

Rather like humans who constantly left her

So brave and quite

Always ready to make others happy

That's when they forgot she was suffering

But they realised it a little too late