there was a girl and the next month
who sat on the sixteenth of may,
in the back of the room she didn't come to school.
she never talked and on the seventeenth,
or raised her hand everyone was talking about her
but she wrote and how her sister found her
on her notebook on the bathroom floor,
and on the desk a smile on her face and
and on her hands. a slash on each wrist,
she had long brown hair an empty bottle of pills
and a nice smile in one hands
even though she never did and a letter
but you could still tell. that mentioned me,
she always wore the boy
long sleeves who asked
and six blue bracelets about her
on her left arm. six blue bracelets,
and so i asked her in the other.
why she wore them
and she stopped writing
and gave me a strange look.
and i cried that day
because i thought
i hurt her feelings. (w.d)