In shadows cast by loved ones' weight,
She danced with demons, sealed her fate.
A symphony of sorrow, echoes strife,
In every step, the rhythm of her life.

Whispers of love, a double-edged knife,
Family ties, a canvas painted with strife.
Each pain she bore, a heavy cloak,
A tragic tale, the words unspoken spoke.

Her heart, a battleground, scars concealed,
Depression's grip, a fate she sealed.
In the arms of despair, she found release,
A silent plea for pain to finally cease.

Yet, let us learn from this tragic song,
Break the silence, where shadows throng.
In the echoes of her untold tale,
May compassion rise, and never frail.
© Potatocalomil