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Moo Snuckel- Tragic

Brock POV

I liked this girl. She sat in the front of my high school class. She is tall and she is very smart. But what I like most is how she is beautiful and she is strong. She also fixes problems too.

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
Do anything but laugh

She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down
She tries to fix what is wrong

How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...

How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

I saw her sit down and her eyes where glazed over. I saw that a goast of a smile was hinting at her face. And she laughed when her friends asked her 'whos on first base'.

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's eyes are glazed over
Like newly cut glass

The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
And she laughs as they tell her
"Who's on First Base"

How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...

How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

I walked into school the next day to see her again. I saw that it was rare to see her smile or laugh, even though her friends told her jokes. Especially about that one with that guy. But all she did was close her eyes, she seemed to be thinking.

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's sad that you find it rare
To see her smile or laugh

Her frends tell her jokes
Like that one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
And enter her mind

How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...

How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough

For her imperfections...

I walked into class to see that the girl was not there. The teacher said that she would not be in school today and that an anouncment would come on soon. I waited for her and waited. Until I heard the loud speaker start up. "Hello everyone, we have some sad news. Our student y/n. Has committed suicide, yesterday night. She wrote some notes. 'I'm sorry I didn't say, but my mind was to messed up you couldn't save me anyway.' We hope you can come to her funeral." After I heard those words, I started to cry a little.

There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
The breath that was her last...

She wrote a few notes:
I'm sorry Ididn't say,
But my mind was messed up,
You couldn't save me anyway...

And to the boy in the back of the class,
Who feels the way I did...

How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more

It's been two weeks now and I still can't go to school. I missed her funeral because I didn't want to hear about her. I'll just sink deeper and deeper into depression. I lost interest in everything. I lost most of my friends, and I still wander. Why did she do it. "Y/n, why. I wanted to tell you I loved you but I never had the guts to. I did love you. And I wanted to spend my life with you. But now that you, that you......" I stopped talking because I felt a hand in my shoulder. I turned around and saw her. "Y/n?" I said as she hugged me. "I love you too brock, but I can't be with you. I'm not here anymore. "I'll die with you then!" I said as she shook her head. "No live you life. Then I will see you again." She said as she kissed my cheek. Vanishing.

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