Her death....

She just wanted to fit in,
But no one noticed her,
Hiding behind her brown hair,
Her shining eyes,
Now dull.

She looked at her reflexion,
'I want to fit in , but how?', she asked herself,
Everynight, full of pain and despair.

Dragging her blade down her arm she smiled,
Feeling the cool smooth blade around her pale wrist,
She placed it above the artery,
And pressed,
The warm blood tickled down her arm,
Her worries all gone.

With a flash everything went black.

The next day people stood in the graveyard,
Mouring the loss of the lost little girl,
But why now,
Why when it was too late?
Didnt they see it?

Oh well looks like she has some friends to torture.....