Watching her pass by every day

Her simple smile

Her pretty face

I never saw what was wrong

She wore a mask and acted strong

Then one day I saw her face

No pretty smile or happy trace

Make up stained tears seemed out of place

I sat down next to her

I gave her a hug

It wasn’t until then that I noticed the blood

I looked at her wrists

I noticed the slits

The crimson drops glowing in the light of the hall

I felt horribly miserable and depressed

But I felt stupid most of all

How could I not have seen this

How could I not have known

There must have been a sign

Something that would have shown

But here she was, dieing by my side

Everything I thought was true, were really lies

It was too late to fix this mistake

Nothing could be done

So I took her scissors, and used them as a loaded gun

So two bodies of kids who died

Sat in the corner side by side

Though the tears were gone

Evidence showed that both of them cried

But now she knows that someone does care about her life