Lelania

There she sat, as the moonlight
Caused her hair to shimmer like spun gold.
She silently typed at her computer,
As to not awaken her parents.
They had fought again tonight,
Just like almost every other night.
She would not eat what her mother had prepared.
It had been too long.

She inwardly cried, silently, for help with her eating disorder.
And finally decided to go online to try and find it.
She ran into me, and we became instant friends.
I tried my best to help, but it wasn’t much.
She knew she was dying,
She didn’t want to concern me,
So she led me along, and I followed.

The next day at Columbine,
Her friends were killed in the shooting.
And as she watched, hidden under a desk,
A part of her died with them.
After that, she ate even less than before,
Killing herself that much more.

Before she died, she sent me a final message,
And as I read it, I cried for the first time in years.
I realized that she was gone and was never coming back.
The message read, “You were my best friend,
I thank you, and please never forget me.”
And I never will.