She was the girl that could
Brighten even the cloudiest day.
Just being around her made your
troubles melt away. She was
beautiful and she was smart,
she was prone to succeed from the
start.
She hated being called prefect she
said no one could be, but there was
nothing wrong with her that you could
see. When at home she was a different sight. Everyday was another fight.
Not with her family or her friends. This fight never starts nor it ends. She would lay in bed and cry in pain. Behind those green eyes there was rain.
She couldn't run away from the one thing she hated, this other world that she had created. Here everything was cold and black and once your in there's no way back.
At school she'd just put on a smile and an act. Really her prefect world was cracked. You'd never see her frown or shed a tear. She hated the person in the mirror.
Everyday was a new scar and crack in her life. She soothed the pain with a knife. Soon that didn't take the pain away, so she started drinking everyday.
One day it became too much for her body to take, so she passed out never to wake. Her mom found her on her bed, she looked a sleep, but she was dead.
Her funeral was nice beside the fact I lost my star. She was just an angel that wondered too far. Now she's home where she belongs, I hope she finally fixed her wrongs.
