Hannah Bond

"A girl with a pathway of crimson red leading up her arm
A girl with a mind spawned by the wrong reasons.
A girl whose smile blossomed in all the seasons.
A girl destroyed not by music, but by teens.
A girl who slowly decayed on her computer screen.
A girl whose lungs did once breathe in air.
A girl whose death was not fair.
A girl who had a life and dreams.
Or so it seems...
That those lyrics didn't mean anything.

So why's music to blame,
For this soul that tragedy seemed to claim?"