Everyday of her life
She walks around
Walking through the halls
Staring at the ground
She doesn't have a friend
She is all by herself
She goes home at night
And takes her book off the shelf
She writes down what happened
What went down that day
You can tell the days she cryed
cause the drops don't go away
If you look on every page
You can see little stains
You see where the ink ran
The memory remains
In this little book
She writes what's on her mind
And no one really knows
All the pain that is behind
Behind every story
Every single poem she wrote
Behind her pretty smile
Behind her suicide notes
No one really new
and no one really cared
I don't think anyones life
Could really be compared
Because no one cared
Because she had no friends
She wrote her last story
About her life she would soon end
She wrote it in the book
On the very back cover
Cause the pages had been filled
For what people would soon discover
They would finally get to read
All the story's that she wrote
About the things she went through
They would read every single note
Her last entry was dated
April 7th 2005
It was titled
Now I'm not alive
By the time someone found her
She was soaking in her blood
The book was there beside her
Also soaking in the flood
For many years after
The book was never read
Until someone found it
And 3 days later they were dead
They killed themselves
Cause of so much guilt
They never realized
All the pain that they built
So anyone out there
Who likes to taunt and tease
Remember this story
And oh just stop please
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