A Stolen Life

She looked fine that day,
Walking to her locker in the hall.
It's no wonder all the guys played her,
She was so thin and tall.

Her shiny, smooth blond hair
Hung just below her waist.
She was the flavor of the month,
And every guy wanted a taste.

New to Franklin High,
She broke every dress code rule.
From short shirts to tight slacks,
They thought she'd be kicked out of school.

One day all up and down her perfect arms,
Appeared bruises and scratches.
And the boys stopped flirting all that day,
For they had met prettier matches.

She acted like nothing happened,
As she ventured from class to class.
But it was obvious her heart was breaking,
As she sat longingly picking at the grass.

No one knew what was the matter,
She looked so tired and weak,
Sitting isolated away from all the rest,
She was seen as innocent and meek.

She decided there was no way out,
And she wanted it all to end.
She thought no one cared or even listened to her,
Not even her own best friend.

She put down her book-bag that afternoon,
She took her keys from the living room,
And decided she would do it today,
No one knew it would end so soon

Taking one last peek around her house,
She quickly grabbed the gun.
By the time anyone realized she wasn't at home,
She would already be on the run.

She thrust out her hand to turn the key,
Making the car do a little jump.
As she put her foot to the gas pedal,
She knew she would be out of here without one tiny bump.

She drove and drove and drove
To the most secluded place,
Where no one would ever find her,
Not even as much as a trace.

Even though all the bruises and scratches,
Had been from her abusive father,
She knew she loved everyone,
Especially her beautiful mother.

She thought about the one who gave her life,
And brought her into this world.
Life really was a precious gift,
And into the river, the gun was hurled.

While she was driving safely home,
A drunk was too without a care,
So she tried to steer her car behind him,
Taking the risky dare.

The drunken man wove in and out
Of the proper lane.
He broadside the high school girl,
Crushing her brand new Mustang.

It all went black around her,
And in her own subconscious world,
She saw so many blurry faces,
That darkened as they swirled.

The paramedics soon arrived,
And they said it was too late.
She died two hours later,
Caught in the hands of fate.

They buried her atop a shady hill
With flowers beneath a strong oak tree.
It makes me sad to think about that day,
For the one who stole her life was me.