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Rated: ASR · Other · Emotional · #991281
A tale of a girl, and how important she knows friendship is
A normal day
as far as i knew
as i went to school one day
I missed the bus
and had to walk
but i had time to think, that way

Classes were hectic
assignments due
gossip and giggles everywhere
i laughed with my friends
passing the time
though one didnt seem to be there

she was a good friend
i cared for her dearly
she told me all that she fealt
sometimes i worried,
worried for her
and with the things that she dealt

My mind would wander
throughout the day
so young, i could dream all i wished
Though deep in my mind
one thing would linger
a feeling i couldnt resist

Was she okay?
should i not stress?
questions that bothered me so
but as everyone does
i slowly relaxed
and stopped guessing what i did not know

PE was tiring
i hated to run
i didnt get what was so great
then over they came
like mother to baby
and stayed with me, all of my mates

I couldnt help thinking,
how id hate to be alone
with no one to share all your dreams
to laugh with you, cry with you, hope with you, cringe with you
a friend's so much more important than it seems

At that moment i made
a promise to me
to never grow old alone
theres so many people
never all will we meet
and so they'll be someone there when we're grown.

I started to think
is she alone right now?
wherever she is, she must be
though lately it seems
nomatter the company
she's deeply, awfully lonely

Then i thought of the time
that we went to the city
and walked and lauhged and had fun
when i was tired, and week
and whined "im gonna die!"
but she held my hand, and helped me run

When she liked that one boy
and he didnt like her
but i told her "he's crazy if he doesnt like you, alright?"
then she found out the truth
and her hurt made me tear
and she cried near me all through the night

when her family didnt care
and her father would drink
and then him and her mum seperated
She is there for her brother,
and sister too
mended the rift, that they had created

I thought about life
and how young i am
how terribly little i know
nobody really knows anything
except how they feel
because that's what we sometimes do'nt show

Soon my thoughts were gone
as i talked to my friends
happy, and cheerfull...content.
then i heard a loud scream
coming from the toilets
and i shudered at the message she sent

"A...a girl! she's bleading! i think that she's dead!"
cried the scared and shocked young girl
I started to feel cold
my head went crazy
and i headed down the hall

The teacher yelled
" don't nobody go in there"
but right then her words meant nothing
then i slowly turned the handle
and stepped in the changerooms
and started to shake, but ignore it

"uh....hello?" i whispered
though i think nothing came out
my attention was taken over
then, i saw at once
the sight i had dreaded
and tears pricked and swelled out my eyes

"why? WHY!! how could you do this??"
i screamed over again
but the teacher came in, and so did the students
though i really fealt empty, and alone

people would stare,
and scream and laugh
the teacher grabbed my arm, and pulled me away
but i yelled "YOU ARE WEAK! YOU GAVE UP I HATE YOU!"
and i cried, till i couldnt feel my heart

It wasnt my choice
and i couldn't have helped her
but what hurt more than all, was her pain
on this earth she couldn't find
one thing to heal her
in my mind, that thought did stain

she was alone.
and i missed her
because now she was nothing
she was all that i feared
and everything tragic

she was alone, in her mind, and heart.
and now, so was I.


Days would pass
and again, peace would come
i would feel like i always had done
i had seen my worst nightmare
but soon, happy dreams would replace that
and in life, i learned to be happy, i had a go, took a chance, and had fun.










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