I watched.

She was a spectrum of every gray hue. Neither black, nor white. A mix of everything bleak and bright. A mix of everything dark and light.

She was every dank corner of the mind and every deep, impenetrable piece of the human heart. She was the darkest thoughts of desolation as you stared down at your trembling hands in the face of death.

But she was also every inkling of hope and essence of life; the sweetest melody on a sweaty summer drive, stuck in your head on repeat as you tapped along to the hum of her words.

I watched her struggle.

Struggle to cast away the bleak void growing inside her chest.

I watched as it consumed her.

Devouring everything good--every shining piece of her soul, every bit of her beautiful brain.

I watched.

I watched as the flamboyant farce faded.

And I did nothing as the alcohol and blood flowed.

I watched.

I watched as her grades and her tears slipped.

And I did nothing as she cut her hair and herself.

I watched.

I watched her die a slow death from the inside out.

I did nothing as she hung herself and her soul.

I watched.