What If.

What if.

What if I had been there for her when she needed me the most. If I knew all of this was coming what would I have done? Notify the police? Her parents? The last one was a joke. Her parents didn't love her. She was a burden to them, a waste of space. No one loves a broken girl that cuts her wrists t ease the pain that the others inflict on her. Using words, texts on Twitter and Facebook. She was a target.

I loved her.

Now she's in a box rotting away six feet under. Her funeral was yesterday, I was the only one that showed up to see her lowered into the ground. Her own parents didn't pay for the burial. I did. Her parents were too caught up in selling drugs, and shooting up Heroin into their veins to even notice that their only daughter committed suicide only a few days ago. I was the only one in the whole school who cared. I saw through her disguise. I saw this coming. I tried to help. I failed.

She's gone.