She's left!

She was the soul, full of peace
Silence was her ultimate nature.
Never did she stuck herself,
In all the fuss and buzz of this world.
Sitting quiet was her favourite past time,
Chatting and talking wasn't her kind.

She never felt left out, ever on the days,
Instead she enjoyed her own space.
She was a girl, with a beautiful face,
Not just the face, she had an absolute grace.
Some called her dumb and stupid
But she was way better than other pupils.

Was it all normal?
Or she was just an odd one out.
Was her silence exposing her?
Or was she devoid of something deeper.

Who knew that, that sweet, little soul
Would want to go, to the almighty. So early
When even the dawn was not yet clear.
When even the birds lay peacefully! Resting.

Nobody knew, why the girl hung herself,
From the ceiling.
The ceiling which played her best friend
When she wanted nothing, but silence.

Darkness wasn't mere a word.
It was her saviour.
Saviour from this evil and cruel society
Saviour from the failures and tortures.
Saviour from the wounds and the lights
And above all saviour from her life.

Why didn't she speak her heart out?
Why didn't she once cry out loud ?
And throw the black hole of frustration out?

But now,
She has already departed.
Departed from this world, and
Left us  uncovering the mystery.
For her life had become a mystery itself.