1. Reach

I watched for weeks on end,

Never thinking to lend a hand,

To this poor forgotten soul.


She had cuts on her wrist,

And an angry clenched fist,

Showing off to the world.


I asked in my mind,

But that makes me blind,

To what was and what is now.


One day she didn’t come to school.

Why had I been such a fool?

I have never seen her since.


She disappeared without a trace.

I hope she is in a happier place.

And rests in peace,

From those “glorious” days.

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