And She Was Gone

This was written at the height of my teenage angst years, around when I was 14-15.

Some say she’s a freak

Others say she’s a deviant

Whatever they think she is

They never will understand

 

People walk past her

As if she didn’t exist

Ignored by everyone

But ever present as the mist

 

Cold and alone

With no one to turn to

Left to live her nightmare

What reality is, she has no clue

 

The mirror gave her

Nothing but lies

Even her shadow

Away from her it flies

 

Tormented by her feelings

Scarred deep with hatred and strife

Until one day she decides

To take her own life

 

The four-walled room

Bore witness to it all

Everything that was dear to her

And the glorious sun of fall

 

Scribbled in her blood, a message:

“Finally, I did something right

You have never noticed me

So I’ll stay permanently out of sight”

 

That one time

Everyone wept for her

The girl who took her life

One cold morning in October

 

Reviews

[Dory]

This is a really amazing poem. It tells the story of many girls and it's written really, really well. Perfect. =)

[O.J.]

Amazing.
It reminded me of this girl I know. She always makes me sad 'cuz she looks for comfort in wrong place. And no one ever notices her, yeah right...
Well ok, but she's kind of a drama queen, we could say. This song says something else.

I love the last few lines:
"That one time
Everyone wept for her
The girl who took her life
One cold morning in October"

[chris' girlfriend]

i love it :)
it actually kinda reminds me of me before i had any friends :(

[Adela Muresan]

That one time
Everyone wept for her
The girl who took her life
One cold morning in October

Yeah, we really don't notice what we've got until it's gone.

It hurts me to think that so many people like this girl don't find themselves and turn to suicide.

Cheers!

A.M

[pal]

Scribbled in her blood, a message:
"Finally, I did something right
You have never noticed me
So I'll stay permanently out of sight"

That one time
Everyone wept for her
The girl who took her life
One cold morning in October

Very true. people know the value of the ones they need to treasure, only after they miss them..

nice poem here.
pal