As she weeps inside her room,
Her friends laugh and smile,
They're downstairs having fun,
While she puts up her guile,
But she walks up into her room,
And tears begin to flow,
Downstairs she laughed and smiled,
But her emotions start to show,
She takes out her razor,
And cries out in pain,
She tried to ask for help,
But it was all in vain,
For her friends thought she was fine,
They expected her to be,
She was their shoulder,
She was so happy,
But she slices up her wrist,
And blood starts to rise,
Horror, pain, and depression,
Fill her bloodshot eyes,
And when her friends notice she's not there,
And start to look for her,
They stumble upon the body,
Without a whisper or murmur,
One cries out in utter fear,
As the see her blank stare,
Her silent heart, her cold skin,
Her tattered, pulled out hair,
They were just a moment too late,
Her blood had just run out,
They stare at her dead corpse,
And someone begins to shout,
They scream "why did she do it?
I thought her life was great!"
But they know now, that was a lie,
They just decided to wait,
To wait to answer her painful cries,
And wait to answer her calls,
Now they watch her body,
As it weakens and falls,
Everybody weeps for her,
As she is laid to rest,
And tears fill eyes as a crimson rose,
Is laid upon her breast.
�Karianna Barr 10-28-01