wilted rose

someone found her broken body
beneath an open window
her mother wailed, who’s to blame
her father turned away, alone
no one really understood
why her life had ended this way
she was just sixteen, a month ago
unable to keep the demons at bay
life just is not the same
in the eyes of a teenage girl
what adults see as trivial
for her are all to real
when she came home from school today
her image captured in the mirror
summer waiting just around the corner
her face had grown no clearer
than she tried her new bikini
one pound to many she cried
she threw herself on her bed
her only answer suicide
one quick note to her parents
I love you but my life is over
then she flew into eternity
screaming over and over

who’s to blame
peer groups or the TV screen
filled with 90 pound beauties
and muscle men
where death is a fantasy
life is a sin
to innocent to understand
that death is a one-way trip
no chance for second thoughts
when you take that fatal sip
no more sunsets
no senior proms
no more lovers
wrapped in the summer sun
left with a six-foot hole
covered by a marble slab
with a name, two dates
and reasons no one understands

sixteen years
already gone
surrendered a life
forever alone
no chance left for goodbye
to many mourners with nothing to say
shaking their heads, turning away
leaving behind, a wilted rose
resting on her grave
in memory of
life’s wasted yesterdays