Standing in a crowd, standing all alone,
Hearing whispers of words that over time had grown.
She smiled at them, and they smiled back;
Everyone fooled by this kind girl's act.
She was sweet and pretty,
Tall but not skinny.
The perfect size anyone could be.
A sweet girl that was plain to see.
As time went on, as it went so fast;
The terrible words seemed to last.
She began to cut, and hide the pain;
Those awful creatures were to blame.
Tear-soaked pillows on the bed,
A letter close by and a bullet in her head.
A girl I knew-a girl I loved,
In a hospital bed with sad words said.
I stared in disbelief, waiting for a sign;
Waiting in hope that everything was fine.
The doctor came in and explained;
I knew the creatures were to blame.
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