Given Up

She lays fetal on her bed,
More empty fixture than human.
Her serenity belies her eyes—
Dead to the world, painted glass,
Matching the blank wall she's facing.

I've seen this thing before...
Dark and hideous, invisible but obvious.
And it grips her like a demon.
I've seen it yes, once before;
One week later I saw a casket.

So I'm fighting down cold dread,
That choking, paralyzing panic.
She's given up, and it seizes my chest.

The most beautiful girl in the world
(inside and out)
No longer wants to exist.
And the world that caused it doesn't deserve to.