She was beautiful

One day, I saw a girl sitting in the back.

She wore glasses and jumpers and all like that.

People throwing her crumpled papers.

I just stared at her while she silently whimper.

And I thought she was beautiful.

One day, I saw a girl sitting in the back.

She looked so simple with those pins on her jacket.

People keep teasing her.

She looked at me with a teary eye.

I just stared at her with sympathy.

And I thought she was beautiful.

One day, I saw a girl sitting in the back.

I noticed her wrist's bleeding

I walked up to her and asked.

"Does it hurt?"

She whispered a "no"

And I thought she was beautiful

One day, I never saw the girl sitting in back.

I asked someone, "Where is she?"

She answered, "Didn't you know? She died yesterday"

I was shock and stayed silent.

I looked at the sit where she suppose to sit.

And I thought she was beautiful.

One day, I was walking in the hallway.

I saw a girl standing at the middle.

I recognized her, that's HER.

She waved at me and smiled.

I smiled back.

"Hey wai-!"

She just waved her hand and slowly faded away.

And I thought she was beautiful.