5 years old.
Bright blue eyes,
Long brown hair,
And crazy wild.
Sun kissed skin.
Daddy's nose,
And Mommy's smile.
Little did she know,
She would grow to be alone.
15 and strong,
Brave and kind.
They can't reach her.
She doesn't want them to.
As their words take effect,
She fights the urge,
To let them see her cry.
Saves it for her pillows.
They're her only friends.
The words, they sting.
Like bees in summer,
Stuck in your feet.
Her music's not enough.
The lyrics, they don't stay.
The melodies are like any others.
Nothing more.
There's no help,
For a girl the world pushed away.
This world's hate,
It hits her hard.
"A handful of pills, or a cut too deep," she thinks.
"Will end it all."
Her eyes, they scream "help."
Only no one catches on.
Little did they know,
They would feel her pain,
When they have to bury her.
In her grave.
17 years old.
Dull blue eyes.
Long brown hair,
She was crazy wild.
A life full of pain.
Cold gray skin.
Her daddy's nose,
And her mommy's smile.
A world full of hate.
It showed no mercy.
Her parents' cries.
"She was so young," they scream.
"God why her?"
Her tormentors watch from the side lines,
Silent tears of hate,
For themselves,
They slide down their cheeks.
They cry for this girl they bullied,
Along with everyone else.
"We can answer that.
It was us,"
They said,
"We pushed her away.
We can't take it back,
No matter how hard we try.
Now she's gone.
Don't worry.
We hate us, too."
Six feet deep.
And four feet wide.
An underground bed.
Peace she finally finds.
