There is a girl who lives in the back.
For a long time I didn't know she was there.
She keeps to herself usually lock in her room.
No visitors come.
No lovers to hold.
She only leaves to take out the trash
or get some food for her belly.
This was the case for one year straight
until the day she decided
to knock on my door.
I was shocked at first
never seen her up close.
She was actually beautiful
a real looker to beat all.
She had a fifth of Brandy in her left hand.
In her right there was no man.
She said that she was lonely
just wanted to drink with the 'nice guy' on the first floor.
I could not resist.
I felt sorry for the sad girl.
We drank and talk late in to the night.
She threw up in the toilet
then passed out in arms snug on my bed.
Not a word she said about wanting to die.
Even now a tear flows when I think of her hanging in her shower all alone.
She was the girl who lived in the back.
Not much was ever know about her.
Her story will always be unknown.
