there was a girl
and the next month
who sat
on the
sixteenth of may,
in the back of the room
she didnt come to school.
she never talked
and on the seventeenth,
or raised her hand
everyone was talking about her
but she wrote
and
how her sister found her
on her notebook
on the bathroom floor,
and on the desk
a smile on her face and
and on her hands.
a slash on each wrist,
she had long brown hair
an empty bottle of
pills
and a nice smile
in one hand,
even though she never did
and a letter
but you could still tell.
that mentioned me,
she always wore
the boy
long sleeves
who asked
and six blue bracelets
about her
on her left arm.
six
blue bracelets,
and so i asked her
in the other.
why she wore them
and she stopped writing
and gave me a strange look.
(w.d.)
and i cried that day
because i thought
i hurt her feelings.