Angels

My Bethany was beautiful,
an angel born to the mortal world.
She was filled with love and kindness and joy that no one could deny. I cupped her like a gorgeous white pearl I'd found at the beach. And i always kept her close to my heart.
That was when she was the pretty little girl I knew, that was when I believed that no being on this planet could trick anyone into believing otherwise. My little sister was just too beautiful.
But what she went through was not beautiful
What she did was not beautiful
The lies she told we're not beautiful
How she dealt with them was not beautiful.
But worst of all was the note. What I read was defiantly not beautiful.
It showed me all I needed to know about why I lost her, she told me all her problems through her eyes, made me understand them the way she did. This was her story. Her suicide note was all of her life