The Mysterious Anna

The unknown happening from her secret lover's perspective.

Her hair parted to the right of her face covering her eye.

Her smile was so bright and beautiful.

If you were lucky enough to see that beautiful smile, she would only bring her hand,

over her smile with her sleeve pulled up to her grasping finger.

She was so shy and wanted to only be hidden.

She was new and didn’t have many friends because of her shyness.

She finally let someone in.

Anna’s best friend was Charlotte.

They would always be seen arm in arm walking and gossiping through the school.

I could see that big smile of joy on her face, which was exposed.

She had never looked so sane and happy.

One day, I heard screaming down the hall, and the words, “Ew! You are a freak! Leave me alone!”

Anna was quickly running through the hallway with her eyeliner running down her cheeks.

Her sleeves were pulled up her elbows.

There were pink scars all over her arms.

Down the hall was Charlotte.

I glanced at Charlotte and saw how scared she was.

Anna ran as fast as she could, with her black converse pounding with such force.

She was angry and humiliated for revealing her secret.

It was as if it all happened in slow motion.

The fear in her eyes and the tears of sorrow.

She ran right past me while I was next to my locker.

Her beautiful black hair, flowing through the wind from the speed.

Once she past me I was hit by the negative energy.

The smell of her purple blossom perfume lingered all over my body.

I can still smell it.

I could see her now fly right out the exit door of the school.

About seven students saw her leave.

We never knew that would be the last time, we would ever see her.

She had killed herself that afternoon.

She wrote a goodbye note saying,

“I’m sorry I was never good enough. I wish I was.

 It’s time for me to leave this hell hole. I trusted you with my heart. You broke me into pieces.

  Thanks for the memories. I’m sorry mom and dad.

Please forgive me. Goodbye forever.”

Her parents later said that she had switched schools; because she was bullied and had attempted suicide before she had gone to our school.

Anna never knew I loved her.

I was going to ask her to the homecoming dance.

I still love her and will always.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

A powerhouse of emotional flow and very well penned. While it's more a story than a poem, I like the format you used, it helps keep the pace of the piece more constant and that aids in allowing the tale to build to the end. While it ends in a sad tragedy, it also gives us a moment of positive reflection. Two Thumbs Up!

Aaron

[BeautyFromPain]

Oh how insightful. Thank you! :)