She Was Gone

She chose to walk alone, though others wondered why. She always kept her eyes cast upward towards the sky. She tryed to ignore the ugly voices that went on inside her head, wishing that maybe someday she’d be dead. The kids would always stop and stare as she walked down the halls, wishing she was somewhere else maybe Niagra Falls. Some say she wished too hard, some say she wished too long, but we awoke one autumn morning to find that she was gone. As she stood outside and watched the darkness turn to dawn, she wondered if she really wanted to go on.