She chose to walk alone
Through all dark and unheard things
Having no place to call home
Her life clung to her like puppet strings
She lived her life without digression
For she was like the wind
She had no need for earthly possessions
She refused to break or bend
She had no need to be understood
For who could understand
Nothing in life was ever good,
Harmonic, or grand
She knew that heaven was far away
But hell was so near by
But when it came to her final day
Not one tears, nor scream, nor sigh
In the end, she wasn’t fine
Just another meaningless tragedy
She was something more then a sign
Of another teenage casualty
She lived her life day to day
Forever searching for the next dawn
But in that fantasy, she didn’t stay
Then one day she was gone.