Special Little Girl
Written 5/14/99
She was a special little girl,
but got treated like someone's hurl.
All she wanted, was to feel love,
instead she got hated, and made fun of.
She was so sweat, and kind,
was everyone else out of their mind.
Why were they so mean,
she was innocent and green.
They hurt her, she wanted to cry,
but wouldn't, she preferred to die.
She was so young, and quite a lot of fun,
but they made her sad, so she picked up a gun.
I told her to stop, to hear my voice,
but she couldn't, she thought she had only one choice.
I put her needs before mine, I wanted her to see,
that I really did care, oh please, why didn't she believe me.
I tried the best I could, why did I fail,
I knew it was bad news, the minute I saw my mail.
I opened it, and began to reed,
she explained to me, how she planned the deed.
She said she was sorry, and thanked me,
so finally she did see.
But it was too late, she had ended her time,
why did this have to happen, it's such a crime.
She may be gone, the earth no longer here home,
but I won't forget her, she showed me how to write poems.
It was her gift to me, and I'll remember her by writing,
even though my heart feels like it'd rather be fighting.
I write this for her, it's the least I can do,
maybe someday, this poem will help someone else, could it be you?
Now I must finish, so I can go cry,
and try to figure out why she had to die.
It makes my stomach curl,
she was such a special little girl.