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There was a girl...


There is a girl In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
do anything but laugh.

She's tall and she's smart,
Beautiful and strong,
And when someone else is down
She tries to fix what is wrong.


…

Now there is a girl In the front of my class
Who's so sad
that you find it rare
To see her smile or laugh.

Her friends tells her jokes ,
Like that one with the guy....
But all she does is close her eyes
And enter her mind.


…


Yesterday there was a girl In the front of my class 
Who took a breath that was to be her last...


....
 She wrote a few notes
Saying I'm sorry I didn't say,

But my mind was messed up, 
You couldn't save me anyway... 

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