The Girl With The Hazel Eyes

She lived across the street,

The girl with the hazel eyes

She walked with her dainty feet

Under the morning skies.

I never really talked to her,

Just shared a shy smile

After all we both did seem to prefer

Silent conversations across the mile.

You must have known the girl

She was the perfect kind

The one who could make your heart twirl

Beauty and brains combined.

I didn’t know of her muffled cries

Of how she faked a grin

That she had more lows than highs

And more losses than wins

I had no knowledge of her loneliness

Of her battle against the universe

I had no knowledge of the constant distress

Of how her life was a curse

Beneath every smile was a tear

Beneath every laugh a scream

She ended her nights with a quiet prayer;

For death, as her life was a nightmare not a dream.

Away she learnt to ease her pain

With the blade as her guide

She cut herself near her vein

Which under the band aid she did hide.

That night it all came together

The pain, the anguish and the anger

This time the sharp end met the vein

The blood flowed until it stopped her brain.

Her forced breath now stopped,

And finally she felt at peace

And now as the last of her blood dropped

She felt liberated and at ease.

She lived across the street,

The girl with the hazel eyes

The dainty feet now didn’t move

Cause she lay beneath the starry skies.