She stood secluded in a room
While people passed her by.
She felt so alone and helpless,
And she repressed the urge to cry.
Her prom night was a nightmare;
Her prom dress hemmed in lace.
Her hair lay limply on her back,
Her make-up smudged to her face.
Her boyfriend had another date:
Her best friend dressed in red.
As they walked by her hand in hand,
Not a single word was said.
As cameras flashed around her,
The tears welled up inside.
And when then first song of her prom night played,
She bowed her head and cried.
No one asked her once to dance
Or even glanced her way.
She wasn’t too religious,
But she started then to pray.
“Dear Lord,” she said through wrenching sobs,
“Please take away this pain.
There’s nothing I can live for;
I have nothing left to gain.
“My life’s been filled with heartache;
My heart has no more soul.
I don’t even feel I live this life;
It’s just a never-ending role.
“I’ve made a plan to kill myself.
I hope you will forgive.
This pain’s become unbearable;
I no longer wish to live.
“I’m only sorry to my mother;
She’s loved me to the end.
Through everyone I’ve met in life,
She’s been my only friend.”
She’d hoped this night would change it all
And help her realize
That if you’re looking hard enough,
There’s always hope in someone’s eyes.
The day after her nightmare,
She lay awake in bed.
She knew this way the day
That, when it finished, she’d be dead.
She walked into her father’s den
And took a gun from his old case.
As she left, she passed a mirror
And saw her tear-streaked face.
She sat in her room, the door shut
And brought the gun up to her heart.
She put her finger on the trigger,
And a sound echoed through the dark.
She picked up her ringing cell phone
And managed a tearful “hello.”
And softly on the other end,
She heard a voice she used to know.
“Just so you know, I love you,”
Came her father’s voice.
“I’m sorry that I left you,
But you knew I had no choice.”
The phone then disconnected,
And she soon put down the gun.
She knew now someone loved her:
Her dad, the only one
Who could make her laugh till tears fell
And, yet, still made her cry
When he left her and her mother
Without even a goodbye.
She sat there lost in memories,
When again her cell phone rang.
Her depression was diminishing.
The hello, she nearly sang.
Her boyfriend, calling to break up,
Was now dating her best friend.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you.
I’m sad to see this end.”
She hung up without an answer;
The hurt came slinking back.
The happiness she’d felt before
Was fading into black.
The gun was gleaming brightly,
And all she saw was red.
She picked it up and pulled the trigger.
Seconds later, she was dead.
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