The Mirror Is to Blame

There once was a girl, who didn't like her life
She sat alone in the bathroom, just her and her knife.

She didn't like to cute, but it's the only thing to do
She didn't make it obvious, so her mom had no clue.

She would walk to school with a smile on her face
So no one knew, that she would be leaving this place.

Untill one day, when she didn't come to class
Her friend's went to her house and saw a bunch of glass.

They searched every room, the bedroom was last
They opened the door and let out a gasp.

She was laying there on the floor
They couldn't stand seeing her, so they closed the door.

They ran to get help as fast as they could
But it was no use, she rean out of blood.

The worst day of there life's, was burying there friend
To them, it felt like the world came to an end.

Never again will they look at a mirror the same
Because there friend is dead, and the mirror is to blame.

©Copyright Megan Kramme 2006