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 The Only Way I Can Speak

Happy or Sad

There was a young girl a little older than five,
who really enjoyed being alive.
Through elementary she earned only A's,
she loved the golden school days.
Junior high came along with a new crowd,
changes to herself she then allowed.
Fascinated by kids who were older,
her actions then began to get bolder.
Her grade average began to fall,
but she showed little or no care at all.
Finally she made it to high school,
She imagined it to be fun and way cool.
It got harder and harder for her to pass,
everyday she ditched at least one class.
Her parents never set any boundaries nor puled any plugs,
plus they failed to notice her high use of drugs.
Soon she began wishing for a boyfriend,
but lack of options made her confidence end.
Not caring about anything anymore,
doing worse things than she ever did before.
She completely lost all of her pride,
influenced by a new obsession suicide.
She liked self inflicted pain,
darkness inside she began to obtain.
One day she started to dramatically cry,
no one took time to ask her why.
She went to leave out the door,
but she dropped to the floor.
Saving her they hurried they tried,
but she took so many drugs at once and she died.
This to me is a demonstration,
of an ignored child in a strange situation.
How can a little girl grow up so glad,
then have her life end so soon and so sad?

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