As we gather today in memory of Kayla Lynn Hudson
This young girl
happy on the outside
cold and dark on the inside
living life day by day
tear by tear
loved to write he feeling in a poem
draw pictures to take her sadness away for the moment
Had Some friends
Not many
Hated girl with a passion
Fucked people up who talked shit
Called the cuts on her arm Art work within
Got attached to quick
wanted to be loved , liked and wanted
as her nights grew shorter
Days grew darker
She found what she wanted
With one cut of the skin
fifty pills in the body
and one shot to the head
She found happiness
What she longed for
R.I.P
Kayla Lynn Hudson
Feb 16,87 -to- Aug 21,05