It's The Quiet Ones You Have To Watch Out For

She sits and watches from afar,
Surely it can’t be that hard,
To go and talk and just let loose,
Yet still she can’t remove the noose.
No matter how hard she tries
All attempts fail, she cries
At night, but with no-one there to catch her tears,
No-one there to hold her dear,
She can’t help but feel cold and alone
Waiting for the day she can finally go home,
To a place where someone cares if she lives or dies,
Instead, still at night she cries.

She dreams of lovers or even friends,
Anyone to care, her heart to mend.
But still the noose which holds her high
Won’t let her down or even get by.
Her feet kicking aimlessly in the air,
Pressure on her neck, too much to bear.
Giving up and gasping for breath,
She welcomes the darkness and imminent death.
Through no-one’s fault but her own,
Her personal battles still unknown,
With one last look around she sees,
Nothing, no-one, at last she is free.
To be another teenage statistic, a headline,
Page 4 maybe, if she is found before the deadline.
Not so much as a note to remember her by,
No-one at her funeral to cry.
All other problems put on the shelf,
This pain she inflicted upon herself.

A/N: It's my first poem on here so please comment!!!!!!!