When they found her it was too late... head phones for her metalic iPod still tightly in her ears, she lay on the bed with unseeing eyes... blood no longer flowed from her vains onto the soft beding... she looked so happy so peaceful... like the world could never let her down... a bloodly razor blade was found not far from her pale fingers... yet there was no note... was this an accident, they can not say.
those that knew her wouldnt have thought her possible of such and act. they couldnt even figure out where she got the damnable blade. but there she was dead. no goodbye or even hint of suicidal thoughts. they did not understand why she would take her life. yet there she was dead. they mourn her memory, happy and carefear. and pray to the higher power that she is safe from pain and misery where ever she may be.
they can not say if the end was what she meant for it to be... yet a smile adorns her colorless face. her hair floats on the pillow like a hola of an angel. her body seems so much more fagail... no one ever thought that she would break but the world became to much for her to handle. life became more about pain than joy and she could no longer handle that.
if she could she would like to apoligize for taking the easy way out.. she knows it is not easy on those she loved. but loving them was not enough to make her hold on.. maybe if they had seen the sadness behind her carefeer smile, she might be here still for awhile.. if they had heard the crys that filled her nights, maybe she might be here now. she doesnt blame them for it... she hopes they'll understand that even though she loved them dearly it was her time to go...
the words she could not find them to fill all she wished to say. so instead of misunderstandings she gave them nothing then.. goodbye was not enough, farewell was hypicritcal, i'm sorry was just right but no one would make sense of it. so she choose to leave them nothing... let them think what they would... for maybe it was better that no one understood.
that the world became too heavy for a 16 year old to hold. and the nights and days just blended into rifts of cold. she does not want them knowing just how hard it was for her to wake each morning and look to life for cause. pray do not tell them that love was not enough to hold her head above the pain that made it rough...
when they think of her what will they say.. and will they remember her when time has blown away.. after all is said and done will she be on their mind. or shall she fade and be left behind...
her body looked so perfect, lieing there like that... in its rim of death and wood.. it was quite sad... yet no one said a word as she was lowered into the earth... given back to the planet which gave her birth.... pray dont be sad for me, and pray dont mourn... one life doesnt matter when so many burn out each day...
they flung the dirt atop it, the coffin prim and black... burying with her the memories they wish to lack.... yes they would miss her but all wounds will heal...
years from now she is forgotten until an old picture is reveiled.. then come back the memories the good times and the bad... but time has past and it isnt quite so sad.......
