Anonymous
Everyone says this is the story of the year,
The way she held her life in her hands,
Fragile as glass,
Dropped and it would be gone,
Slit by a knife,
She forever knows the scars,
When she thought she was alone,
Her little sister was home,
To watch slowly as the blood mixed with the tears,
The story of the year,
The little girl screams and shouts,
Heard across the whole town,
As her body fell down,
The flashing of the lights,
Cameras surrounding,
All trying to capture the story of the year,
They arrive and its too late,
Stuck with one blood-stained face,
Worlds start to fall,
Now she is only another name,
To be etched on a plaque,
Now she can never go back,
She let down the world,
In the story of the year.