To The Girl With The Sad Eyes

     I see you everyday. You are in the seat right I front of me for both the first and last period of the day. You're the girl that's in her own little world. The one that daydreams throughh class and doodles on her note sheets. The kind girl who's calm smile made my heart melt.
     Everyone talks about you, not to you of course but behind your back. Sometimes I hear the things they say.
     Heard her moms a slut. I heard she's a lesbian.Why doesn't she have any friends, is she really that pathetic?
     You pretend you don't hear them, but I know you do. Sometimes I see you alone at recess trying to hide your tears. Your knees hugged tightly to your shaking body. I don't like to see you like that, it doesn't feel right. A person so kind and forgiving shouldn't have sad eyes.
     The sad eyes don't stop there though. Everyday from then on I see your eyes glazed over and your lips pulled tight into a straight line. You don't smile anymore.
     The talking happens more now. Sometimes they don't even bother to hide it from you. They mock you and call you vulgar words. Slut. Whore. Freak. Loser. The list keeps on growing. I see you everyday now hiding you're tears away from the playground.
     A month goes by and you start to wear only long sleeved shirts to school. Your eyes are dulled and hollow. You don't doodle in class anymore. You just stare out the window at the sky. You still don't smile.
     Eventually, the talking grows to pushing. They push you around before class or trip you in the hall. The teachers notice but don't say a thing. You're locker stands out to the whole school now because they've marked it with black marker. The same vulgar words now imprinted on the metal door. Your eyes grow damp but you walk on with out a word.
     Two months have gone by now. You don't show up in class very often anymore. You don't even come for your work. The talking has stopped now almost as if they've grown bored of you.  So it's safe to come back. Maybe now you can smile again?
     You haven't shown for two weeks now. When ever your name is mentioned the teacher grows silent and something crosses over their eyes. Then they ignore the question and carry on with the lesson as if nothing had ever happened. I really miss you.
     The principal made an announcement today. He says that you will no longer be coming to school. We asked if you had moved but he said no. He said that you were found dead in your room two weeks ago, an empty bottle of sleeping pills in your hand. You had over dosed.
     He told us he was very sorry this happened and that he will tell us all about the funeral services if we would like to go. I had stopped listening though. Everything around me began to blur as tears came to my eyes and pigment drained from my face.
     I still remember you, even now as I stand at the edge of the roof. Your calming smile and your sad eyes.