Again
With a smile on her face and a pen in her hand, she wrote a poem.
She thought of her parents, how happy they were, and she wanted that for herself.
She called the poem 'love', because of their relationship.
And she was young, and still happy herself, just longing to be wanted.
And she had faith one day she'd find a love like them.
With a sob in her chest and a pen in her hand, she wrote a poem.
She thought of her father's smile, and how her parents would never be happy again.
She called it 'Gone' because her father was never coming home, he was dead, he was just a memory.
And the kids in her class didn't know what to do, so they treated her different.
And she had faith she'd be happy again.
With a frown on her face and a pen in her hand, she wrote a poem.
She thought of how different she really was, and how cruelly the other kids treated her.
She called it 'Alone', because that is how she always felt.
And her fingers slipped into her throat, and out came her last meal.
And that number on the scale never seemed to get smaller, and the amount of slices on her thighs was getting larger.
And she had faith she'd be thin and normal like them.
With a voice in her mind and a pen in her hand, she wrote a poem.
She thought of how hopeless she was, and how pathetic.
She called it 'Loud', because that's what the voices were.
And the girls in school were terrible, and the voices never stopped.
And she just wanted to die. And she had faith that her blade would quiet the voices again.
With tears streaming down her face and a blade in her hand, she wrote a poem.
This poem was different, and was etched in her skin.
She called it 'Goodbye', as that would be her final word.
And she slashed her wrists and swallowed the pills, finally giving in.
And she was relieved because maybe the pain would cease.
And she had faith that she'd never take a breath again.
With regret in their hearts and her picture in their hands, they read her poems.
They thought of her smile, and how much they missed her.
And they treated her like garbage until she took her own life.
And they cried as if they actually cared.
And her few friends would always miss her, and wish they could just hold her close again.
