Pentru Viktoriya

Author's Note: So...um, yeah. I was rifling through some old photographs and documents of mine just this morning, and came across this poem, which, according to the date, I put together in September of 2002, when I was about fourteen years old. I'd forgotten about it until now, but it was meant to be about Viktoriya, a girl who used to be my best friend in the world...I don't know. A lot of bad things happened to her, though most of it was really her own doing...I feel, somehow, like I should post this tribute to her, since it's so near to her wedding anniversary. So, tell me what you think. It means a lot to me.

She's got some kind of demon.
And he's tearing apart her mind.
Vika fights like a dragon,
But she's running out of time.
Why aren't you smiling?
Everybody grins.
Why aren't you talking?
You'll pay for your sins.
When the worst is over
At the end of the day,
She'll remember it again
Though how she can't say.
Why aren't you eating?
I'll bring you some bread
Vika is getting weaker
And soon she might be dead.
But it doesn't really matter.
All of them are wrong.
She'll stay alive long enough
To cry after each song.
Do your friends really want you?
Vika can't tell.
There just doesn't seem to be an answer
To why her life's a living hell.