standing staring at the light
letting the rain drip on her
letting the wind rip at her .
watching people grow up as they walk past everyday
but she seems to never change
sometimes feeling what she feels
but is never brave enough to tell
she has friends , a many
but never feels like a popular loved girl
them troubles and secrets boiling in her head
some will spill out of her mouth but may never make sense
just a few mumbles and a few syllables .
everyday she dies a little
then a little more
until she reaches suicide
