What's the point in making friends, they all forget you in the end. You'll fade to black and no one will say, "What happened to her anyway?" Silent screams in the dead of night, forgotten dreams hidden from sight. The loneliness, it does consume, her tired heart, locked in her room. No one sees her tear stained face, no one realizes it's not a race. It doesn't matter who wins, or loses, all that matters are the emotional bruises. The teens at school are her demons, no hears her silent screaming. Then it comes, the thief in the night, because no one told her it would be alright. Her mother cries the morning after, because no longer could she hear the laughter. Her precious daughter laying so still, and there beside her a child's will. One last goodbye before the dawn, one last goodbye then she was gone. Her father drinks most every night, her older brother gets into fights. The teens at school all feel the shock, it was just words, or so they thought. The thoughtless things they said to her were the tipping point in her life, they were the stones to sharpen the knife. The knife called depression, self hate and anger, the knife that killed a kind young stranger. She was a stranger to me, but not to you, for you see you know her too. Whether guy or girl, it's all the same, it really hurts when you're called name's. So watch what you say, and watch what you do, you never know the impact it will have on you.
