By Elizabeth Rogers/starryeyed4ever123@yahoo.com
Date: 8 June 1999

She

Isolated
Lonely
She stands
Walking slowly
Noticing nothing
But aware of everything
Where is everyone when she 
Needs them
Life wasn't always this bad
She thought.
What went wrong?
Was it my fault she asked?
No one answered.
No one was there to tell her
It wasn't her fault.
And in the end she took her own life.
After all it was her fault she had told herself.