She would just walk around

like a ghost in the school

Now she is one

Nobody knew


They never paid attention

To the scars on her arms

To the pain in her eyes

To the words that she said


They walked along

and averted their eyes from her

She felt alone

because she was alone


Now they see her

They see how she felt

But guess what

It’s too late

She’s gone


One little piece of metal

To end something so precious

So irreplaceable

Because of incompetence


Now he walks around

like a ghost in the school

Will anyone notice

This poem is about: 
Our world


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