In Loving Memory

She’s looking out the window, watching the rain fall down, while all her hopes, are being drowned, while her heart, is being broken. She takes a deep breath, and climbs out her window. She wanders for a little while, wondering what she’ll find. Then, she sits, in the middle of the road, and gazed into the sky, and watches the rain fall down on her. She’s so amazed, she didn’t see it coming, a unknown bullet, went right through her head. I guess you could say, it was a last request. The next day, three more suicides, were committed. But all of them, left notes drenched in blood, clutched in their hand, they read: “In Loving Memory Of All Those Kids Who Had To Go Through High school With No Friends.”