The Pretty Girl

I watched as she slept

Her eyes were softly closed

Her hands lay ever so gently on her stomach

It was odd to see her wear make-up

She never use to

But I guess things have changed

"Sleep well." I whispered

But I knew she couldn't hear me

Or maybe she could

I shook my head

She's sleeing because of me

I caused her so much stress

Her body just couldn't take it

Neither could her mind

'What a wonderful friend I am.'

I thought

I saw that she was in her favourite outfit

Blue jeans and a Beauty and the Beast sweater

"What an odd thing to wear at a time like this."

I commented.

"Sleeping in that?"

But I knew she loved that outfit

"I'm sorry."

I still didn't know why I was talking to her

I knew it was useless

Tears started to form in my eyes

"I'm sorry. Please wake up."

I cried out

But nothing I said

Nothing I did

Could wake her up

She would sleep forever

In that black bed

In her favourite outfit

In odd make-up

And it was my fault

I sent her here

I caused her to go over the edge

If only I'd didn't force it on her

If only I'd accepted her for her

"I'm sorry!"

I yelled louder

"You are beautiful!

You are gorgeous!

I take back all the thing I said!"

But I couldn't

I couldn't take them back

She was sleeping

Never to wake again

All because of the words I said

"Wow, what are you wearing?"

"Oh. Do you really want to eat that?"

"You definitely need my help."

"You will look pretty in this."

Each word sent a knife to her heart.

Each word sent a blade to her skin

Each word stopped food from entering her body

Each word forced her to sleep

Each word was mine