Have you seen this girl?
Last night she sent me a text,
She told me how much she loved me and how much she regrets,
The things she never said and those that she did,
The people she hurt and those who would never forgive.
I see the way she laughs and the way she holds her tongue,
Too afraid to look weak but not strong enough to look numb.
Have you seen this girl?
She wasn't in school today,
I wish we had listened to the things she used to say,
The jokes she used to make about taking her own life,
And the way she used to speak about her dad's ex-wife.
This girl is important to me and to all of our friends,
Her family are waiting at home hoping to put this to an end.
Have you seen this girl?
She may not stand out,
But when you got to know her,
You knew when she was about,
Her laughter was infectious,
Like a strange bout of flu,
But her kindness was so precious,
Sometimes you didn't know what to do.
Have you seen this girl?
She has a way of capturing the crowd,
And even if people stared,
She'd only stand and bow.
The teachers called her trouble,
But to us, that was her middle name,
It was if she was in her own tiny bubble,
Playing some silly little game.
Have you seen this girl?
Her name may not be special,
But if you'd seen the way she smiled,
You'd know this mess was all worthwhile,
Perhaps you've seen this girl,
Or maybe it's really you,
For there's more than one girl in the world,
Who's felt a little blue.
Take a step and then another,
Into the unknown,
Because it is in the dark,
Where you will feel like you have really grown.
A poem about mental health awareness- inspired by individual stories.
