Forgotten.

Her smile, her laugh,
no one would remember.
She hasn't been dead that long,
it was only September.

The bruises, the cuts,
no one knew.
She didn't show her pain,
never hinted or gave a clue.

No one missed her,
no one cried.
No one even cared
that she had died.

No one knew it was brother
who killed her that night.
No one saw the red carpet
that had once been white.

This girl was forgotten,
a ghost of the past.
Before she died,
she knew her memory would never last.

She hoped and prayed
that people would care,
that people would show up
and save her from there.

But no one knew to save her,
no one knew how she died.
No one cared enough, anyways,
no one even cried.

This girl was forgotten,
a ghost of the past.
People forgot she ever existed
really, way too fast.