Sad Little Suicide

Her lips were red like always-
And she had on that same old dress,
Her eyes were closed & her skin was pale-
Everything caused her distress

If I could see her again,
I'd remember her face in the mirror,
Each and every cut mark...
She'd ask God why she was here.

I wonder if he ever heard her,
Or watched her tears fall from her eyes
If only he had known,
How much she bottled it up inside.

But now I can't help but look,
At the girl that I had known-
The tears they just kept on flowing,
As I silently stood alone.

I touched her hand once more,
and the slashes on her wrist,
If only someone she loved-
Had helped her through all this.

Another sad suicide,
Was all that people did see-
But I bet they would have never guessed,
This sad little suicide was me.

(C) Rita Bintz 2005