Her Life Began to Fade

This is how I feel almost all the time. Although around my few friends…
She sits on her bed each night.
Her eyes are filled with tears.
Black lines running down her cheeks.
Thinking about all her worst fears.

People watch as she suffers.
Wondering what is wrong.
They don't know she has died inside.
And that she will be forever gone.

People don't care about her.
They just pretend to care for such a sad soul.
They don't care if she dies tonight or not.
Her heart will always have the largest wounded hole.

Parents are never home.
And don't really care most of the time.
Which gave her a chance to end her life.
The suffering will stop at exactly nine.

As she laid there on her bed.
Her life slowly started to fade.
For once she finally smiled.
Thinking about the choice that she had made.

By Jessica Walker
Published: 1/16/2006
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