She was beautiful,
Everyone told her so.
And she loved him,
But she couldn't let him know.
She had a boyfriend,
And he didn't care.
He hit her,
To leave him she didn't dare.
So she went on through high school,
With this same guy.
He would beat her,
And throw her around.
But never would she cry.
Where did that bruise come from?
Her friends would ask.
I fell down the stairs,
And that cut's from the glass.
They believed,
All of her excuses,
And her lies.
Thats everyone,
Except this one other guy.
He Had loved her,
Ever since the seventh grade.
Ever since he,
Saw her at that Christmas parade.
He wanted to help her,
But want could he do.
He had to save her,
She was really getting hurt.
The guy pushed her around,
He treated her like dirt.
He went to her house,
And knocked on the door.
He looked in the window,
And saw blood on the floor.
He heard her yell,
So he twisted the knob.
He couldn't get in,
He could hear her sob.
He called the police,
They got there fast.
They opened the door,
He let out a gasp.
There she was,
Sprawled out on the floor.
He couldn't bear to look,
But wait theres more.
There was a funeral,
The very next day.
He wanted to attend,
But what could he say.
He took a seat,
In the very last row.
He loved her so much,
She just didn't know.
There was a note,
Found under her bed.
He had no idea,
All kinds of thoughts,
Flew in his head.
"My boyfriend hits me
But what can I do.."
"And theres this really sweet guy..
I wish he liked me
But he has no clue".