Seventeen And Dead

Seventeen years of living her life,
She thought it'd be time for her to be through,
She knew that she'd take that knife,
Then it'd be her body her parents would have to view.

People thought she was a young, sweet caring girl,
But blew their minds when it showed up on T.V.,
Her young body as white as a smooth pearl,
Her parents finally knew that she was free.

Free from hurt and free from pain,
Free of this stupid, harsh world,
Then, when it began to rain,
A little piece of paper slipped from the body, which was unfurled.

The paper was all crinkled except for the tear stains,
When the parents unfolded that paper,
They saw all the big, red blood stains,
When they read the note aloud, their voices travelled, in the wind, like a tiny vapor.

"I may have loved all my family and friends,
But nothing was worse than having to know what my life was like,
Oh God how I wish I could have made all amends,
Those words pierced my heart like a spike.

I wish that it hadn't been said,
But you couldn't hold your words in,
So instead of standing up and fighting, I fled,
And that caused me to sin.

I know that you'd never forgive me,
That's why I cut my wrist,
But if only you could see,
That my life would never really exist.

I can't wait to see you again some day,
I know that for eternity in Heaven is where we will reside,
Getting to be with my cousin and my friend, always getting to play,
And when y'all come, we will walk side by side.

Know that forever and ever I will always love you,
Whether you were an enemy, family, or friend,
And this "thing" we had, to me, would've ALWAYS been true,
And that the love we had, I never would've let it end."

After reading the note and wiping away the tears,
The parents knew that it was the note they would cherish,
Each letter of each word would pierce their hearts like spears,
But they knew that their wonderful, seventeen-year-old daughter would never perish.

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