She was A word artist, delicately stringing letters together on a long beaded necklace of a poem

She wasAn escape artist, writing to numb herself of the pain that incessantly stabbed her in places that should not feel,

Her heart, her mind, her body was corrupted...She was

an ArtistWho felt more than the World should have allowed her to FeelShe carried the weight of the World on her shoulders, every day becoming weaker instead of Stronger

She wasan Artist Who couldn't put the pen down