From The Attic (poetry)

Suicide

I knew of a girl who sat under trees
And wrote poetry as though
She needed the words to breathe
A girl who watered dying
Plants on the side of the road
For she knew the earth was dying
A girl who wrote her name on park benches with permanent markers
For she feared that they'd forget her
I knew of a girl dying to be seen
A girl who stood
on the tallest building and jumped
Finally the world knew of her
But not for the plants she watered
Or the mesmerizing poetry she wrote
And certainly not for her intelligence
I knew of a girl who was dying to be seen
Finally the world saw her
But not for the beautiful soul she was
But for the selfish teenager who took her life