Sucidie of a Friend

Her cries in the night,
were to great to be heard.
No one bothered to listen,
afraid of what would be learned.

They ignored the cries,
of a girl lost in fate.
When morning would come,
it would be too late.

They wouldn't know,
until morning struck.
This girl lying there,
had died without luck.

Without a care in the world,
of what people would see.
I bent next to her,
afraid of what would happen to me.

She was my only,
best confiding friend.
One that would always be there,
until the very end.

I guess this was her end,
but I don't understand.
When we all try to help her,
the best we can.

Her body so cold,
just lying dead.
I wonder the thoughts,
that went through her head.

When she did what she did,
on this cold autumn night.
Did she do it with happiness,
or do it with fright?

I hope up in heaven,
she'll be just fine.
And be waiting for me,
when one end becomes mine.