They'll sit and stare, they will blame themselves for not being there. they will say she was pretty she had everything going even though they didn't see the pain she worked so hard to keep from showing. they will take the walk up, glance down at her smiling face, "she looks so alive, like she shouldn't be put in a grave" "i know but it doesn't matter anymore, she couldn't be saved" she will lay there in peace forever, her hands resting on top of a black rose, she knows that her choosing to end her life will hurt the ones she loved most. they will say she was selfish and its probably true but it cant be changed all thats left are her cold closed eyes and her lips..blue. the one thing they cant see that they covered with makeup well, are the scars on her wrists. the only trace of that would be the blood stains on the floor. some will sit and cry, say "i knew i should have done more" but they shouldn't say that, she didn't want to be helped. no, not anymore.
