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Sad Lonely Girl

She sits by the window with coffee in hand
Watching the raindrops tapping on the glass
Her mind revisits that high school year again
With the same questions she always asks

Those teenage years of chaos and confusion 
Where thoughts and hormones run riot
Just finding her way and wanting to fit in
Kept both her conscience and voice quiet

She remembers so vividly that high school year
It tortures her with sorrow, regret and shame
If she could only she could go back and do it differently 
Perhaps the outcome would have not been the same

She participated in the bullying of the sad lonely girl
Though her heart knew it was completely wrong
So she wouldn’t be their next victim
Safety from the bullies kept her strong

She remembers that day in the school canteen
When the sad lonely girl was again cowardly chosen
She saw the silent tears rolled down her cheek
In that moment her mind and heart were frozen

She saw the pure pain in the sad lonely girls eyes
Sitting sheepishly on her own
She desperately wanted to reach out to her
Comfort her and tell her “Its ok you’re not alone”

Yet so afraid of becoming a victim
She felt cowardly and weak
Intimidated by the bullies unrelenting cruelness 
She laughed, walked passed and to the sad lonely girl she did not speak

That day now is forever seared in her mind 
One of complete horror and doom
An unexpected school assembly was called
Informing students the sad lonely girl was found hanging in her room!

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Date: 8/27/2022 11:41:00 PM
your poem brought tears to my eyes, Deb. I have two adult children with mental health issues that isolates them from people and family, it is heartbreaking and far too common. Your beautiful poem speaks volumes of truth, sadly. You have mail X
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