Living the life of a broken girl
One who kept her thoughts and feelings from the world
Following the crowd, doing what everyone else did
But her real and true emotions were temporarily hid
Except for, of course, when she was alone
Pain was constantly flowing around each and every bone
Just when she thought things were really going to heal
It would always go wrong so she had to deal
And this way of dealing was so very wrong
But the emotional pain had gone on for far too long
Shed grab what she needed and close her eyes
Thinking of all of those terrible lies
Up in her room, oh, how she would cry
But this time decided to give life one last try
Little did she know tomorrow would be much worse
Maybe it was the way she acted, or maybe just a curse
The next day had came and went
Now it was time to really vent
Nothing in her life had ever went right
So she thought "theres no reason for putting up a fight"
She had tried to be nice, but just got pushed away
And went home saying"I feel like dying today"
All it would take was just one deep slit
What did she do to deserve all of this shit?
She grabbed her utensil
And used it as a pencil
Writing "worthless" on her arm
Was her last and final charm
Not long after a note was found
Like every other case of suicide was bound
It was lying directly on top of her bed
Such a dreadful thing, and this is what it read:
"If all of your hearts were pure and not black,
Maybe, just maybe, you would have loved me back"




I apologize for the lack of flow. I wrote this really without thinking too
much about it.
 
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