She puts a smile on everyday,
But coming home crying,
What a beautiful name, may,
But underneath, shes lying.
Slits her wrists,
Cuts her thighs,
How can someone so beautiful,
Hold so many lies?
Her dads a drunk
her moms an addict
how can someone so beautiful,
be in such conflict?
Her dad comes home, angry, mad
She hides in her bedroom
feeling sad.
But she still comes to school,
her homework done.
People think of her,
as a dirty tool.
One day, she wasnt fast enough,
Her dad grabbed for her ankles,
and beat her rough.
She couldn't manage it.
It was too much.
She grabbed for the knife, and slit.
Her mom was angry,
waiting for her to come to dinner,
looking at her pills for acne.
{they werent there}
She ran up the stair,
one by one,
But she was aware.
That her daughter was gone.
She organised a funeral,
but didn't let herself come,
She thought of herself, as a dirty feral.
One day,
this will all happen again,
the beautiful girl, may,
her story will be repeated,
(c)takecautionwhenitcomestolove_
but for now, amen.