Lonely and outcast from her peers she stands
With a pen and a notebook of paper in hand
She sits down alone in a corner of her room
Searching for ways to fight back the gloom
Her life it seems a boring mess
Everyone it seems now loves her less
They've all forgotten what they used to do
The fun and laughter that used to ensue
She often wondered if any still cared
Or if there were those whom her feeling shared
She despaired and realized it couldn't be
"Or they would have tried to talk to me!"
She realized that she was quite alone
Which would explain her silent phone
No one cared to call it seemed
And for their company she could only dream
The loneliness pierced her heart like a knife
It seemed nobody still cared about her life
Comfort couldn't be found anywhere
Till she saw a gun and thought, "Perhaps there..."
She toyed with the gun and its bullets so small
And wondered they could do any damage at all
She finally put the gun to her head
Left with nothing else...she shot herself dead
*Suicide is teenager's #1 killer...We must ask ourselves...Why?*
