The girl in the Tree

When I saw her face,
My heart wanted to stop.
When I saw her up in the tree,
I wanted to help her.
But she was already gone.
I’ve would have helped her.
But she was beyond help.
She went and did what she thought was the best thing to do.
She was bullied to death.
But by the time I got there,
I couldn’t help her,
I couldn’t get her to think about the future.
She was already gone.
She could have helped herself,
But she had dug a hole so deep she couldn’t get out,
Without help.
So I picked up my camera and did my job.