Where is she now?
She left the world leaving a letter around.
She said it was okay,
She said life was hell and better in the other room.
Could she be in hell because murder is a deadly sin?
Or in heaven because she deserved it?
Why did she have to go?
She didn’t deserve all that pain in her soul.
She didn’t deserve to feel alone.
Why did she have to feel so cold?
I feel this way but still I ask,
The world says it depicts weakness like tears from a person’s eyes.
But if you knew and felt her pain inside,
You would realize how badly she wanted to die.
“She was selfish,”
But if anything,
She was selfless.
Because she stood through the pain so long for people to go on.
Where are they now?
Hers was a cry of a teenager in a hell hole,
“Let’s leave her to her demons,”
“It couldn’t be that serious,”
“Her life may just be a joke,”
Till we woke up one morning, and she didn’t.
Everyone feigned shock.
“But she always seemed happy.”
“What could have made her kill herself?”
We all pretend to have cared,
Because only then, would we have a clear conscience.
But we remain accomplices to suicide.