Endless Sorrow
She sat under the willow tree,
That sunny afternoon.
Everyone was playing outside,
While she just sat there drawing.
She was drawing a picture of the kids playing,
They looked so happy.
While she was filled with sorrow.
It wasn’t fair,
How they didn’t even know.
Know that she was slowly dieing inside.
She had suffered a great loss,
Not even a week before,
Her best friend had died in a car accident.
Just five days earlier.
She convinced her mother to let her go to school,
That she was fine.
A familiar setting,
Familiar routine,
Would be best for her.
But the truth was,
It was too much.
So she skipped the second half of the day,
And just sat under the willow tree.
Drawing,
Thinking,
Crying.
She wiped her tears away,
As the school bus pulled up.
She sat at the very front of the bus,
Instead of taking her usual spot at the back.
She had ignored her friends all day,
But she knew she would have to face them.
Eventually,
But not right now.
She told everyone she was ok,
But she was definitely not!
Flashbacks of them as kids,
flew aimlessly through her mind.
Trying to hide the tears,
She wipes them off her cheeks.
The worst thing that could happen now,
Would be getting caught crying on the bus.
Even if your best friend died only five days before.
She would try to be brave,
But she knew she couldn’t.
The only way she could be happy again,
Would be to see her friend one last time.
Then she figured out the perfect way to do that,
End her own life!
But only one problem,
With her perfect solution.
She could not do this!
Her friends and classmates,
Had already lost one life.
They didn’t need to lose another.
So she declared,
That from this point on she would be happy.
She would celebrate her friends life,
All 17 years of it.
She would celebrate the good times,
And celebrate the bad.
That is what her friend would have wanted anyway.
She would not want anyone to be sad,
She would want smiles, and cheers,
Not frowns and tears.
Thoughts of loving tomorrow,
Not of endless sorrow.
The only thing left to do,
Was to celebrate a girl,
Who no longer lived!
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