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They said she was "different", she had no friends, maybe she might have had they seen the end.
Nobody knew she had no pride or that
she was slowly dying inside.
They only knew her name was May, she wasn't welcome and that's the way it would stay.
Finally one night she crept from her bed, "why can't I stay?", was all that she said.
She went to the door and unlocked her heart, all though it had already been torn apart.
Out on the terrace the tears rolled, one by one she lost control.
As the wind turned her tears to ice, and gently blew her hair, she climbed the ledge and embraced the midnight air.
The decision was made and at the count of three, a little jump and she would be free.
She shut her eyes and squeezed her palms, as she fell, she knew what she had done was wrong.
1 A.M. police received a call of a young girl who fell a far fall.
Her parents watched as the black bag was zipped that was the night there souls were ripped.
A few people's oblivious acts caused everyone to beg for something they could never get back.
When they buried her six feet in the dirt, there was so much confusion, pain-hurt...
Should anyone feel there only way out is what May's family is grieving about?
If you see someone being forgotten, show our compassion and spare being rotten.
Because there are so many May's in this world, doing a little is actually a lot...
even though the damage can never be forgot.