The Young Quiet Girl
The young quiet girl with baby blue eyes,
I see her in school,
I see how she hides,
But hides what I dont know.
The young quiet girl who never did speak,
I see her get bullied,
I watched her grow weak,
But how weak I didnt know.
The young quiet girl with her long black sleeves,
I see her get mocked,
I see her get teased,
But how much I'll never know.
The young quiet girl who wanted to die,
I see her get pushed,
I see her cry,
But how long I didn't know.
The young quiet girl who took her own life,
I didn't see it coming,
Didn't see her and that knife,
But how I do know.
The young quiet girl who is no more,
I saw all the signs,
I saw and ignored,
But why I'll never know.
The young quiet girl with bright green eyes,
I sit filled with guilt,
I sit and I cry,
And now I know why.
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