A Dying Love

There was a boy
Who's life was hell.
There was a girl
He knew quite well.

There was a girl
Who wanted to die.
There was a boy
She thought could fly.

The secret is
They loved each other.
If it wasn't for one,
There'd be no other.

The problem is
Neither knew.
For they had no idea
What to do.

They lived in fear of
the thought of No
If this was to come,
They'd turn and go.

One terrible day
It all went wrong.
The day both lives
Were there, then gone.

Then the boy did
Something mean.
He did not know,
He could not see.

The boy said to her face,
He loved someone else.
He said that to her
To make her jealous.

She ran back home
And started to cry.
She got some paper
And started to write.

The boy felt bad
About what he'd done.
To be sad, he thought,
Is definitely not fun!

The girl was alone.
Just her and the knife.
Today was the day.
The last of her life.

The boy called her
Phone over and over.
She did not pick up,
So he rode over.

He opened the door,
A terrible sight!
He ran over to her
This cold sad night.

Her fragile body,
So soft and cold,
Filled with no life.
Her eyes were closed.

He grabbed the note.
Her last few words.
They were so sad.
Where they really hers?

"Today I was told that
The boy I love,
Loved someone else!
I cannot live!"

How could I be so stupid?
How could I be so mean?
This is all my fault!
How could I not have seen?

He held the paper.
He grabbed the pen.
He wrote down four words,
"I love you Gen".

Then he laid next to the girl,
And grabbed the knife.
Two bodies laid there,
Once full of life.

One terrible day
It all went wrong.
The day both lives
Were there, then gone.

This poem is not really about anyone I know.