Bruises and Lace

She walks to school draped in bruises and lace, Hiding her secret pain. Crying out in every way slipping grades, fights every day, Hoping her cries would be seen. They all wonder but never ask, guessing at what she's holding back choosing to looking the other way. Till one day, she doesn't come back too broken to move. Late at night she cries out split lip; her eyes swollen shut a few bruised broken ribs. When help finally comes, it's already too late she had slipped away. A fragile soul caught up in a torrent drugs, hate and rage. Now they all mourn wondering what more could have been done. Years pass by memories fade now nothing remains of an angels broken fate.