She Died Alone

Pain, anguish, heartache and despair,

Who ever said that life would be fair.

Would you help her, would you dare?

Promises, optimism, desires and dreams,

Why is nothing really ever as it seems.

How can you sit there, ignoring her screams?

Death, martyrdom, suicide and murder,

She cried out in the night but no one heard her.

-Margi C.

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