I know
I knew a girl. She wasn't pretty or popular.
We weren't friends,
I just knew her.
I know that her father,
was a drunk and her mother was gone with no word.
I only knew her.
I know that the same girl who laughed,
and smiled one day was in the shower
cutting her leg the next.
I know that the girl was only a shell of a person
at the end of the school year.
I know that her friends stabbed her in the back.
I know she hid in a book on the last row on the last day,
when on the first she sat in the front with her friends.
I know that she didn't go anywhere during the summer.
I know that she got so my text from people she didn't know,
that she through her from the second floor in her house.
I knew a girl she was pretty or popular.
She wasn't ugly or friendless.
I knew a girl and now that's all I or anyone else can do.