You knew her? Yeah.
What was she like? Like nothing else.
What color were her eyes as she bled out? Gray, like ice.
Is it true what they say? Nothing they say will ever be true.
Im sorry for your loss. Me too.
Im so sorry. Me too.
Its tragic, what happened. I know.
Were things that bad? Always have been.
How did she do it? The wrong way.
I had no idea, was she that confused? She was sure of everything.
Are you ok? Never have been.
She was such a happy girl. You didnt know her.
Such a waste of beauty. Her beauty will outlast the sky.
So sad that no one saw it. I saw it, watched it.
(inspired by a photo,
written about a beautiful soul who reached her own Nirvana at her own time)
