Days go by, we live our lives, she is always there
We see her, but we don't
She exists, she watches us; she thinks we don't care
A smile on her ruby lips; it is all just lies
If we could read her thoughts
Watch her smile now, very close; doesn't reach her eyes
Very smart, she's a writer, pen always in hand
Works that no one had read
Quiet soul, she's a poet no one understands
She goes to school, she comes home; not a single friend
A fortress in her mind
She's built walls in her defense; waiting for the end
Her mother and her father; verbal battlezone
Takes refuge in her art
Even in a crowded room, she still feels alone
Crumbling castle, falling down; her world breaks apart
Silently she's weeping
Her refuge has betrayed her; breaks her fragile heart
A razor, or a bullet, or a fist of pills
She calmly makes her choice
One by one, she swallowed them; now lies cold and still
Poor dear child, a tragic tale; none could lend a hand
She never stood a chance
How could we hear her silence? Could we understand?
Is she damned? Has she no hope? Can she be redeemed?
Please, God,forgive her deed
She gave up on all she'd planned; lost all she had dreamed
Had she reached, we would have helped; but she hid in fear
Now she's beyond our aid
Friends and family, we all grieve; Goodbye, Sara dear.
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