Injustice

by Dianna   Apr 10, 2006


Gentle as a butterfly; she was within my heart...
This poor young girl left her life with barely just a start...
Broken are our hearts; We know that she was beautiful...
Was she angry? Was she sad? To suicide she was dutiful...
Some laugh at this, some make fun
that she didn't know what she had done...
An inspiration to all of us, but she chose her life to pay...
So talented and charming, but she blew it all away...
What was she feeling? Lost? Betrayed?
I wonder if it'd felt better if she had decided to stay...
Was she scared? Was she lonely? She was apparently too blind to see...
All the people who felt for her now have broken souls...
They're left with emptiness in their hearts- everyday the deeper the pain goes...
Is she gone? Is this real?
Why the hearts of dozens did she steal?...
So many questions left unknown and many more to come...
I wonder how many of us have gone completely numb.....
She was a dream; she was a light....
She is the injustice that can never be made right....

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