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?

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