Everyday she walks these crowded halls.
No one makes the effort to ask her "what's the matter."
She is lonely, no one sees her broken, beaten heart.
She hides it, and does well,
But she cries to herself.
Underneath her skin is someone else
Waiting to take a stand for her.
The person inside can't stand her guilt
And cries with her.
And everyday she does the same routine:
Go to school, come home, and scream.
And this time her tears are endless,
"Goodbye, world", her life is restless.
And now she holds a gun up close,
While looking down and seeing no one below.
And no one thinks a moment twice
Until the glass shatters like fragile ice.
There her painless body does retreat
The concrete path below to meet.
And investigators don't come by,
To investigate her lonely suicide.
Except for one came there to cry,
And take her body by her side.
She had always thought that no one cared,
If she had looked deeper, I was always there.
And while I sat and wept her loss,
I began to think that hope was lost.
And as the clouds began to form,
I realized my OWN life was forlorn.
And I screamed and held her gun up high,
And many more began to cry.
"Why didn't we see her? Was it to much to say?
We never knew she was in that much pain!"
She had to go and take her life,
And many more began to realize:
Words can help another survive
And love can save a suicide.
 
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