A pretty little angel just gave her life away, no body saw her wilting as day passed over day, her eyes they lost there color and her cheeks gone lost there warmth, people thought that suicide was predictable like a storm.
No body tried to saved her, there was no one left to care, when she reached out her hand to touch him, he simply wasn't there.
No body ever saw her crying, she hid that pretty well, no body saw her broken skin, until she died no one could tell.
You can't tell what someone is feeling, by just looking at there face, you can't help a person who you called a waist of space, no one ever notices until the day there gone, its only then people start to wonder, what could have possibly have been that wrong.