She’s dead. No more.
Why she did what she did,
I wish I could but, I don’t know.
All I know is that she’s not coming back.
And she takes with her every question I ever had.She was simple, silent, lost in her thoughts,
As if she didn’t belong to this world,
She wasn’t like those typical girls her age,
Doing jib jab yip yap all day,
She used to say everything through her eyes,
And almighty knows, I liked her that way.I would follow her to the college parks,
Where she would sit at a secluded place for a million hours,
And scribble something in her diary,
But only when she won’t be busy talking her friends, the evening stars,
That diary… it was so dear to her,
You could find it everywhere,
She would always keep it close to her chest,
As if she planned to take it her death bed.My friends made fun of me,
That I was after a “dead” lifeless girl,
And I didn’t have guts to date even her,
And they were probably right as well.
When she was around, I would get so dumb stuck,
I would have to psych myself even to mumble a few words,
A dumb sheepish smile was all I could give,
And she would smile back at my mercy plea.But now I had decided enough was enough,
Feelings stuck in vocal cords would have to be cough’d,
Tomorrow when the college was to reopen,
I was going to ask out the ‘dead’ college girl,
But destiny had some other evil plans in store,
May be it was against her, like those college people,
When the eyes opened today, in front was the newspaper,
Whose headlines screamed, “SHE IS DEAD.” … for real.When the cops found her pale lifeless body,
She layed on bed covered in the Ashes of her dear diary,
And clutched in the palms of the wrist she cut,
Was its last page, soaked in blood,
Only her parents know what her last words were,
But the press are calling it,
“The suicide note of a lonely girl”…~RavS