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.