She stands alone, apart from the rest;
Trying so hard, doing her best.
Smiling through her tears
Trying to please
But breaking under
her burden of grief.
Nowhere to turn, can’t handle the strife.
The blade arches,
she takes her life.
Those left standing are wondering why
She didn’t ask for help
And made them cry.
They couldn’t tell there was anything wrong,
Bewildered by it
She seemed so strong.
The blood on our conscience
The knife in our hand
A young life lost
How proud can we stand?
Studying in the Library.
Shoulders hunched and fingers curled
Around the pen that writes the world
Hand on head deep in thought
Searching for the answers sought
Fingers tap upon the table
Thoughts are lost and mind unstable
Weaving searching through and by
Not quite sure where the answers lie
Shelves piled high all around
Mummered voices for the sound
Sound gets louder thinking unable
Papers scrunched and thrown from the table
Scratching nose and scrunching brow
Need for knowledge here and now
Boys and girls they sit and wonder
Plan and plot and fail and plunder
Concentration drifts unbroken
Gaining knowledge, precious token
Feet that stomp and tap and slide
Hand and pen over paper glide.
Stop breaking my heart
You know you’ve already won
Stop dragging me down
You know I’m not the one
Stop telling me lies
I know I’m worth more
Stop calling my name
I know what I saw
Stop and look around
It’s already too late
Stop and hear the sound
It’s already your fate.