Head in the clouds,

You say "Come down!"

The bad things in life,

So small yet so real,

I try to tell you my pain, I try to tell you my fear,

But you just walk away like you didn't even hear.

I cry loud and hard during the time called Day,

But when you see me all you do is look away.

I try so hard to deal with this strife,

Yet when I fail you just say "Get a life."

I'm done, I'm gone, I'm dead inside,

It has come to the point where I just want to die.

You say that you would be there,

But I need you now and you a nowhere.

You call me 'fat' and 'slut' and 'cunt',

What did I do to make me the target of your hunt?

I tried to be quiet,

I tried to be kind,

But all you did was turn away without even a goodbye.

I'm dead, I'm gone, I'm done with this,

Maybe this time they'll let me get this over with.

One more scar,

One more jeer,

One more fail to stop the fear.

Dead and gone,

A lonely face.,

Some don't even remember that she had space.

Some say "The time for grief is gone and past.",

But they are the ones who leave last.

Why is it that the dead speak?

And yet the living don't make a peep?

That the only words heard are the ones unspoken,

And not the ones that should be given a token?g

One last time, she says her goodbyes,

One last time before she flies......