Life was torn from her,
It was so unfair,
After she bleached and dyed and cut her hair,
She tried so hard to be like you,
But you carried on with the abuse,
Her wrists were red and bleeding sore,
All her dreams were on the floor,
You pushed and pushed,
Online and school,
She never considered herself as 'cool'
Her music taste was not like yours,
Everyday she fought in your war,
Until one day she'd had enough,
Came home from school, feeling rough,
She got a knife and without a pause,
Forced it through her chest, behind her door,
She fell to the ground, concealed by clothes,
Her mom found her late, and her whole life froze,
But her baby was safe now,
Up in the clouds,
Her wrists clean,
And her heart finally beat loud.
-SourPatchKidsYo-
If you're gonna copy
it, keep my name on because it took me ages<3
