Her grades dropped just a little,
from ninety nines to ninety twos.
Spent more time on her makeup,
a little less time on her shoes.
Lunches in the library,
less time with her friends.
Colors became a bit duller,
but no body saw this as the end.
Soon she was almost failing,
she could barely get a C.
Couldn't get herself out of bed because
she was scared of what life might be.
No appetite for anything,
she pushed all her friends away.
Why didn't someone say something?
She killed herself today.
