• She was friendly
    gorgeous
    funny
    and sweet.
    They don’t know.

    They don’t know
    how she hated,
    how she loathed,
    the girl that stared back
    pointing out every flaw.

    They don’t know
    how every night
    she’d stare
    and stare
    andstareandstareandstare
    and stare
    at the blood rolling down her arms
    and the tears rolling down her cheeks.

    They don’t know
    how she stopped eating,
    how she let herself waste away
    how she became nothing
    with one little thought.

    Now as she lays there
    in a world
    none of us have seen,
    they don’t know
    how she was able
    to take her life so easily