That Quiet Girl
There always was that quiet girl-
She never spoke a word.
Never once did her emotions show;
Not ever was she heard.
I didn’t know her very well
And I called her my best friend.
We were both happy enough,
Playing our game of pretend.
She used to talk, and quite a lot
But then she met a shining blade.
I didn’t know and nor did she
Truly how much her pain weighed.
“I’m okay, nothing is wrong”
Became her mantra soon enough
Her smile was a fake one and
It always felt like a slight rebuff.
She wrote in journals by the dozens
Telling herself all her thoughts and lies
Everything is wonderful, she said
But I knew about her silent cries
Band-Aids always on her arms
Hiding her crimson shames.
People giving her sad looks,
She was going insane.
One day she snapped,
When told to “just die”
The person didn’t know the effect
How much she would cry.
“I heard she died”
Gossip the next day said
“I hear she killed herself”
She cut herself and bled
And that’s all.
She had fled.
There wasn’t any more.
She was dead.
Too much stress,
Too much strife,
Tangles up the heart
She turned to her knife.
