Her Last Memories

Do you really know what you're doing,
Or are you just going along?
Do you actually realize,
That your jokes are spiteful and wrong?
Your pranks are hurting her,
She's starting to slip away,
By listening to the rumors,
You start of her each day...
Her eyes are hot with anger,
Her lips are turned down,
The tears smear her makeup,
Until she looks like a clown...
But she keeps her head high,
And acts like her life's not a mess,
So that what she'd do next,
You never would have guessed...
She didn't come to school one day,
She ran away for good,
No one could answer why she did,
They couldn't have understood...
The pain you made her put up with,
The hurt that she went through,
And how her next plans for her life,
Followed through because of you...
They found her in a field,
On a cold and lonely night,
The first and only time they would realize,
That something wasn't right...
The girl lay still,
On the cold hard ground,
The thought of what happened,
Sent chills all around...
Her lips were blue,
Her face was pale,
Her body was stiff,
She was as hard as a nail...
Her face was white,
Her hair stained red,
Which gave them the answer,
They had come to dread...
They found the gun not far away,
Taunting at what it had done,
They wished there was a different answer,
But they knew there wasn't one...
The girl was unhappy,
So unhappy that she committed suicide,
And there in that very field,
With the memory of your torture, she died...