Tears. Mourns. Rumors.
She was dead.
People talking. Thoughts roaming. Tears streaming.
She was dead.
"She was such an amazing girl."
"She had a bright future."
"I don't understand why she would kill herself."
People spoke.
Her mother wept.
Her father angered.
Her boyfriend, well ex, became bad.
The person who tried to save her, collected all miseries.
Her best friend missed her.
"She had a good heart."

Why now,
Why now?
That she's dead, that you all choose to love her and seem to speak such good things about her?