She Overdosed

A rainbow dragon.

A badass mermaid.

A unicorn.

I haven't talked to her in ages, too deep in my own depression to pay attention to her pain, too far to be able to hug her when she needed it. 

I only reached out to her when her posts turned truly dark and found out that I wasn't there the day she overdosed, when her heart stopped and had to be brought back by the medics. I didn't know that they were barely able to save her, that she spent several minutes being dead. 

I don't know where things went wrong, why this bright young girl turned so desperate and I have no words to offer that would make it better or show her she's worth staying. 

But she loves glitter and she loves rainbows, so glitter and rainbows she shall have in her mailbox every morning to let her know someone out there is thinking of her and another one every night before the dark makes it easy for the doubts to creep out of the shadow. 

Another dragon.

Another mermaid.

Another unicorn.

For as long as it takes.