The Dead Poet's Guide

Understanding through a poet's writing but noticed too late.

Thoughts on paper that were once soaked
Driven by a mind that was easily provoked
Were found in a folder stored under a bed
What was written in a heart and was seldom said
Was discovered too late to be read
A treasure map to a soul
Used as a drainage basin bowl
For the one that was alive
Now unable to revive
A list of what went wrong was all too long
But now you pay attention
To what could not be mentioned
By the one who needed help
And couldn't keep screaming
She went down for a nap
That would keep her dreaming
A solution for a few
Would now be a curse to you
Apologies unheard
The feeling absorbed was absurd
Too much to take in
The disease could now win
Treated the wrong way
And not seen for who she was
The disease hides the evidence
Of the damage it does
Caught by an innocent person
Who didn't deserve it
Would spell it out in blood
So that everyone heard it.