She was considered a loner,
by everyone in our class.
For some reason I was drawn to her,
They thought it wouldn't last
Because she was mean,
they told me to stay away.
But something about her caught my attention,
and I couldn't go away.
I loved her.
She was a sad little girl
with no hopes or dreams.
All because her mother,
hit her everyday.

She'd come to school with bruises, bumps and scrapes,
each day a different excuse.
"I fell", "I was in a fight", "I thought I could Fly"...
Eventually she told the truth,
I even started to cry.
I was very sad for her,
I thought I should tell,
but she grabbed me by the arm..
and made me promise to keep quiet.

I kept her secret safe,
I cried with her and helped her through.
The night she went "missing",
I searched and searched and searched.
I went home,
upset about her being gone.
I woke up the next morning,
got ready to go to school,
maybe she'd be there...

I heard rumours,
about her being burned to death.
Another was her being skinned and stabbed,
When I got home I saw her face on the news,
I sat there,
stunned when they said they found her dead...

-R.I.P
Sharon Reynolds