As she stared into the mirror,
Her eyes poured out her pain,
Each memory glistening in a tear,
She had no place here.
The gun to her head,
She pulled the trigger,
To silence the troubles she held within her.
The mockingbird sang out her song.
The world then knew she was gone.
But did the world cry a single tear?
Does anybody miss her here?
Who's to say?
That's not my choice to make.
Appreciate her now,
She could be gone anyday.