Her voice was sweet her eyes were kind She kept secrets and told no lies She had many friends that helped her out And she helped them up when they were down One day at school her friend called her FAT She said it louder and everyone laughed Everyone turned on her and called her a dweeb "Please, I've had enough" she would beg and plead She ran home crying that very same day Then she ran to the bathroom and grabbed a blade She pressed it harshly against her wrist And blood rapidly poured down her skin The next Monday she came to school with scars The kids in class saw and went on being harsh They called her big, round, large, and wide She wanted to yell but she kept it all inside This time she walked home and decided for fun She'd slice her neck in rows, one by one She lost her anger, she lost her blood She lost her mind, just cause it "felt good" Soon she stopped eating, skipping every other meal Her parents never knew, she kept her lips sealed She became skinny, pale, bony, and thinner She threw up her breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner One day she was bored so she got her hands on some coke She sniffed it through her nose and got a dry throat She looked around and everything became dark So she closed her eyes and fell apart She fainted that day but no one heard her scream Her dad saw her on the floor like it was a bad dream She was rushed to the hospital in an hour or so And her parents whispered and yelled "please don't go!" She just layed there on the hospital bed Cuts on her wrists and a messed up head Her parents by her side crying endlessly But she just looked upon them cluelessly She slit her wrists, she slit her neck She threw up her food every night before bedShe took some drugs, "it was better than a knife" She wasted her money, her time, and her life Her voice once was sweet, her eyes once were kind Until a single word mutilated her mind Her friends hoped it wasn't something they said Cause a few days later, they found out she was dead*----THIS STORY IS SO SAD =(
She was a depressed girl who always held her head down. She was never happy, she always wore a frown. I tried to get her to tell me why she was always so sad. I wanted to know what others did to make her feel so bad. One day she opened up to me and told me everything that was wrong. She said on this earth, is not where she belonged. She said her father would hit her until she screamed in pain. Every night he got drunk and he went totally insane. She said her mother did drugs and she was getting as bad as him. The light i used to see in her eyes had lately grown so dim. She hated to go home, there was just too much hurt. Her parents didn't care, they treated her like dirt. I thought she would be all right, and she would pull through. I tried to be there for her, but i didn't know what to do. One morning a cop came to my door and said, "I'm sorry, but Julia died. Her parents found her in a puddle of blood, She committed suicide." He gave me a hug and said that Julialoved me so. He handed me a note she wrote before she decided to go. "I love you like a sister, thanks for always being there. You were like an angel, you were the only person who cared.I'm so sorry i had to do this, but there was nothing else i could do. Never forget me and always remember how much I will always love you." Laying on the ground, fighting the urge to cry. I try to be strong, but i just want to die. I hold the blade in my hand, feeling the coldness of the metal. Pressing it against my skin, i wait for my nerves to settle. Dropping the blade, no harm is done. it would be too much pain, so i reach for the gun.*--THIS IS NOT TRUE BUT VERY SAD=(
"I want a guy who calls me beautiful instead of hot Who calls me back when I hang up on him Who kisses my forehead Who wants 2 show me off when I am in sweats Who holds my hand in front of his friends Who thinks Im just as pretty without makeup on Who is constantly reminding how much he loves and cares about me The one who turns to his friends and says "Thats her" . .
how do we change for love... well if your looking for an answer its... continously... we all change to make one person happy and the only person we should try to make happy is ourselves we only live for one reason... being love