The Willow Tree

A fiction poem about suicide

He looked at her like no other
Whenever he saw her he smiled
A real smile, not a fake one
But she would never smile back

He saw the scars on her pale soft skin
He didn’t bother to ask what happened
He just assumed it was the cat

Her eyes were as blue as the sea
Her lips as pink as a rose
Her clothes practically hugging her body
She was simply beautiful

But one day she didn’t come to class
He was worried as she always came to class
He looked everywhere for the beautiful girl

He soon began to lose hope as she never came back
Everyone else had forgotten about her
But one night he found her
Hanging from a willow tree