On That Street

She's sick of her own despair,

of happiness she won't find there,

tired of leading this life of pain,

wishing she could smile agan.

Swirlng, whirling, fading fast,

the headights of cars just speding past,

the asphalt beneath her feet,

splat on the pavement, won't that be neat?

Up the hill, the car comes flying,

no one will know, she started crying,

wishing she could undo, wishing she could go back,

seconds before everything turns black.

Under the streetlight,

she draws her last breath,

a car door slams,

as she greets her death.

An ambluance's siren,

cuts through the quiet nght,

racing down the streets,

causing such a friht.

Flashig lights,

the make such a ghoulish glow,

sickly bright red blood

seeping into snow.

Such a sad sight,

tragedy clearly happened that night,

She was awlays such a happy girl,

just beginning to take her place in the world.

The paramedics shake their heads,

sorry to announce the girl is dead,

throwing a blanket over the cadever,

witness to a life that ended forever.

An accident right?

Or a planning of herown demise?

The death of a happy girl?

Or a broken child in disguise?