Nameless
She was fallen, she was broken
She was riddled full of holes
She was hiding from it all
In an apathetic world
She would walk the halls
Like one already dead,
Ignoring the jokes
And the things aimed at her head
She was torn up inside
But never let it show
If ever someone knew,
it would spell the death of her soul.
At night she would go home
and hide in her room
Sometimes wishing
she had never left the womb
Her father never showed his face
And her mother never cared,
It was easy to believe
she was alone in this world
She would sit at home and write
of things she'd never said
About the hell inside,
Of the prison of her head
She wrote about her pain,
She wrote about her shame
Still no one understood
Why she never smiled
Or why she never spoke up in class
Or why she never bothered
She was fallen, she was broken
But she refused to lose to cold
She fought her own mind
for the rights to her soul
She was winning every battle
But her resolve was getting low
It was only a matter of time
Before she crossed the line
Before she finally snapped
She was losing her war inside
She knew she couldn't go much longer
But she didn't want anyone else to suffer
She walked through the halls
Like one already dead
Ignoring the jokes
And the things thrown at her head
She exuded apathy
But she never stopped caring
She walked through the halls
Like one already dead
So no one felt surprised
at the bullet through her head
But then they found the poems
And saw the pain in her life
And they felt hurt
for never showing her
That despite the jokes
Despite the lies
They always could see
through her disguise
They tried to cover up
and act like she was fine
They refused to hear the truth
of the prison of her mind
But they never understood
just what her pain was for
So they just pretended
That her façade was still in force
This ultimately led
to the death of their friend
The friend who never spoke
Who never even laughed
But the one who was there
To help them when they crashed
The one who was smart,
Who had a real future
Was the one who lost her hope
The one who deserved
to be loved like no other
Was the one who felt death
So no one would suffer
This made them all think
About where their actions had led
And the finally realized
the hell in her head
So they went to the funeral
Of the friend they had lost
And grieved for their actions
That had had such a cost.
Now her grave is strewn with roses
every day of every year
a decade has passed
But still they regret
The jokes and the jabs
That led to the pain
And gave birth to her fears
The sorrows and the loss
Of the one they held so dear
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