She sits there each and every day
Tears stream down her face
I never know what to say
Through her eyes
she looks so cold
empty inside,
wondering what her future will hold
Never talks, always just sits there and stares
Do I try to speak,
do I even dare
Everyday its always the same
but one day her seat was empty,
she never came
I look up at my teacher
on her face lies a tear
I already knew what she would say,
Something I already did fear
Late last night , the girl took her life,
they found her body in a pool of blood,
her hand clutched, holding a knife
One slice across her throat,
and in her hand there was a note
No one ever talked to me,
I never had a friend
My life was awful, so my life I had to end
No one ever said a word to her,
never giving her a chance
Not even looking at her, or even giving her a glance
If I would've just said one word to her, it could've been a start,
but no one ever gave her that chance
so she had to die of a broken heart
