She sat alone in deep despair,
With tears upon her cheeks.
She thought she was defective...
So she seldom chose to speak.
She needed comfort from the nights
That took her will to live.
But no one seemed to understand...
She needed them to give.
She often sat in disarray,
With heavy head bowed low...
Yet those who saw here day to day,
Were privy to a 'show.'
Her smile of strength, resolve and pride
She bore with each new day...
Belied what she was apt to hide
And what she LONGED to say.
One morning when the sun was up
And she did not respond...
Her 'friends' began to gather 'round
To see her....just for fun.
It was too late....for in her night
Of deepest dark despair,
She left this world by her own choice...
She thought they did not care.
Tell someone they are special today...
before it is too late.
NO FRILLS CHALLENGE
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