Suicide.

They said she was happy.
They said she was smart.
They said she was loved.

They didn't know she was sad
They didn't know she was worthless
They didn't know she was suicidal

People mourned.
People wondered why.
People talked about it.

She was so sick of being alone
She was so sick of being made fun of
She was so sick of crying herself to sleep.

On that day.
She thought about her life.
She took a gun.
&& pulled the trigger.
Not leaving a note.
Because she knew no one would care.

In a church.
She lay in a box.
Where they make her seem like this happy loving person that she was not.