I sit in class and watch her bleed,
depressed she must be.
She grabs the pin
and cuts deep in.
Surrounded by death
is why she ever begun.
A habit shes made it to cry and bleed.
Scared it seems,
to not know if tomorrow she'll live.
A cut that pops a vein,
there goes the girl with so much pain.
I sit in class and stare at her seat,
today she was no where to be seen.
Worried I had been,
so scared to think this girl stopped her exist.
The rumors go around,
then the news hits us all.
Felt like a bullet in the heart,
to know it all.
She got the knife,
said may I rest in peace.
Left letters on the floor,
as she slit her wrist.
Noticed she was still on her feet,
wrote one last letter
but not in ink.
She grabbed a paper and began to write, "This is my final goodbye."
Sealed the letter that had her special gift.
Looked at the time as it ticked,
heard a knock on the door
and hurried as she slit.
The Door breaks open
and surprise to his seen.
To see her lying there wasn't a shock,
he just smiled and said, "What a relief."
Now everyone knows the truth,
how her father made her bleed.
Harmed her with his swings
and smiled when she couldn't sleep.
A week goes by and the letters are seen,
Personally given to the ones she believed.
The special letter written in her ink,
was left for a boy that was a mystery.
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This is part 1...
Part 2 will be the letter which will be uploaded soon..
