That Girl.

She sits alone,
that fragile girl.
In the back of the class.
Her beauty hidden;
behind a book.

Nobody knows how she feels,
nobody seems to care.
Mascara, tears run down her cheeks
Red lipstick smeared, across her face.

Dreaming of a better world.
A world without pain and sadness.
But a world of love and happiness.

Dressed in black,
she wished for death.
Wondering if anyone would care.

That Girl in the back of the class, died today.
Nobody knew her name.
All they knew was that she was Beautifully Broken.

This is my first poem please rate if you don't mind. Thanks xo