She lived in a world where no one could see her,
She was ignored by everyone around her,
She didn't mind,
She loved the peace and quiet,
But she always thought about other people's lives,
Why did they get talked to?
Why do I have uncaring parents?
Why won't anyone notice me?
She thought about this for a long time
She thought about this when she cut up her arms,
She thought about this while she loaded the gun.
Why? She thought looking at the sky,
Why?
She never really left that day
Because she was never really there
