Listen

She speaks softly, but for everyone to hear
The life that she once had was taken from her
But her own hand was red

Everyone thought poorly of her.
Their words pushed her underground
But that doesn't mean there were no tears shed

She was alive, and her path was bright
This was changed by what she had heard
But no one took responsibility for this

While her voice was still a whisper
She hoped someone would hear it
But still she fell deeper into the abyss

Now they look at her in both shock, and awe
Without understanding what would cause such a tragedy
But she knew very well what she had done

All of the questions left unanswered, and the girl lost without due cause
Her voice remained a whisper
But now had reached everyone