There once was a girl,
She never wore colors,
or smiled.
But she had black hair,
sad eyes,
cut up wrists,
and a notebook.
She tried to avoid everyone.
She kept here head down.
She always wrote.
People would call her names.
No one stood up for her,
No one cared.
She stopped coming to class
and no one thought anything about it.
Until we found out
we killed her.
