You marveled at her beauty
And began to turn chartreuse
Poking fun at her
Only made her think of a hangman's noose
She bawled bitter tears
But there was no turning back
You fired insults
Her cracking with every attack
You made her life miserable
Called her crybaby
Never regretting anything
She's spending a lot of time away from school lately
Turns out she wasn't skipping,
Actually she's dead
And it seems that your words
Were the very thing that took off her head
So when you're at her funeral
Weeping and wondering why
Just remember
That it was you who first made her cry
Death is never the answer. There is ALWAYS a way out. Have faith. Keep going. You can make it.