Was I not good enough
to stay in your life
because I'm not
the stereotypical
gorgeous girl?

Sometimes quiet is violent
When the one who would fill it
Is no longer around
And you're left wondering
What to do now
But you know there isn't anything that you can do
Because now that he's gone
You can't really find it in you
To do much of anything
So you sit there and hope
That somebody notices
So that they can help fix
The silence that is hovering over you
Like death waiting to strike
Maybe somebody will be your light
Like he was
Before he left

When I was little my parents told me
Bad things happen to good people
I never really understood that until
I was at your house
And I heard your dad hit you
Or when
My sister’s fiancé cancelled
The wedding
Because he saw his high school sweetheart
At Starbucks
Or when I heard my old best friend
Got hit by a car and died
Right after she left her volunteer job
At the shelter
But I finally understood
When I came home
And saw a note on the counter
Saying “I’m sorry”
And I saw drops of blood and tears
Heading towards the bathroom