Suicide

A tale of a child who found no shelter,

a roof over her head but nobody who would care.

a chair to sit in but nothing to lean on;

sorrowful, barren and withdrawn.

In a world of color, she is a gray soul;

a vision of innocence but a being of adversity,

her only wish is to belong,

but nobody could hear her moan.

The sun sets before her while she cried;

she hugged her self,her tears as cold as ice.

her face, a mirror of hardship;

and her eyes kept an unsung story.

A girl who couldn't find her people,

her sigh she kept untold;

her hand planted weeping,

in her heart, pain in keeping.

on doors she knocked,

wishing somehow she could talk;

but eyes brushed past,

nobody would listen.

Misunderstood, unforgiven,

estranged in her own land,

unknown and forsaken;

And in her room, everything took a halt.

Her world stopped turning,

her heart stopped beating,

her body went numb,

he senses went cold;

But the clock traveled on as she took her life,

nobody noticed, nobody cared,

a girl,so lost, tried hardly to escape.

And though she could've been saved,

In that room, a suffering soul's journey ended.

But nobody noticed, nobody really cared.