Role Model

She was found laying on her back, face up in a candle lit bath tub

Arms spread out and hanging over the rails, she was sinking fast like a sub

With the world she was playing a game of seek and hide

A new role model for the teenage suicide

All she wanted was to be beautiful like everyone else around

She wore a black dress and make up; only weighed about ninety pounds

You never would of believed that her green eyes held so much pain

She was an artist of self expression but they only saw the stain

Parents last thought she was going through a phase  

Yeah, well maybe it was just one of those day's

They should of saw the signs in her practice drills

Like when she downed a handful of diet pills

Or how she tore down the ceiling trying to hang herself from the fan  

Well she cut her wrists and friends and family have done all they can

The house was empty, she stayed up all night, and cried

A new poster child for teenage suicide

She'd done outlandish things just to be seen

Got all dressed up and beautiful for prom just to be turned down as queen

Her date was a no show until he later came around with another girl

After that buoyant display of mockery she wanted nothing more to do with the world  

She saw the knife in the corner with a shimmering gleam in it's eyes

She would of stayed alive just to watch how the world dies

Well know she has nothing to hide

Her message was heard; as the role model for teenage suicide

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Finely written tragic poetry... but, oh my, how to review it.

Reading this brings home such awful truths of how life can be, is. And, to so graphically yet somehow gently write about how it is for so many - too many young girls is.. heartbreaking.

Your final line is extraordinarily powerful.. and drips down a cliff into a deep, deep ocean of tears.