But it was too late

They announced it on a Monday

In our school's old sweaty hall

That a girl I had math with

Wasn't coming back at all

You could hear the silent questions

But she was perfect, wasn't she?

What demons was she fighting

That we were all too blind to see

I sat in math that monday

Beside her now abandoned desk

While our teacher warned us not to fail

Our fast approaching test

I remember once she whispered

That she was envious of me

Her parents knew the work it took

Just to get a simple "B"

I wish I'd noticed earlier

Or had the decency to ask

Because her world was crumbling

Behind her "perfect student" mask

And I wonder if on that Sunday

It was the last thought in her brain

That the only A+ she could give

Was the one in her veins