When I heard the news I was speechless... "No!" I said. "Not Melissa." When a beautiful soul loved by so many Cuts her wrists And tries to die, One searches for answers. How could this happen to Melissa? "You're a pretty girl," the doctor says, "With so much to live for. Why did you do this?" He asks. "I don't know," was Melissa's reply. And she really doesn't know... She acted out of loneliness and fear and stupidity... How could this happen to Melissa? She knows that it wasn't right and that if she hadn't picked up the phone she would be dead and yet... A tough as nails girl with a brain in her head and God in her heart wanted to die... How could this happen? Of course, no easy answers come but one must continue to ask... Why Melissa?
Reason for writing:
Melissa slashed her wrists last night.
Birth sign: Aries
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Rebekah Leigh Sweete.