She was only 14.
It all started last year when her boyfriend used her and her best friends accused her, she went home and her mom and dad abused her. She tried to be happy.
Push the dark thoughts away, she slowly started losing faith.
It all started with the pencil sharpener, getting worse day by day.
One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four.
It seemed like every single day there were more.. Until,
She had enough of their judging eyes, she wrote a note explaining why she died..
It started,
Mommy I hate you, daddy too!
You never loved me, I always knew..
I die for you now there is nothing you can do, when you lay me in the ground please don't stick around, please don't show sorrow for tomorrow you will forget my name. To you my life was a game, and I just stuck out!

Somebody once told me hearts are made of glass, meant to be broken. Now I know as I dig the fragments of my innocents into my already scared skin to ease the pain.
My eyes are red as I cry, bleeding my tears, I whisper to my self that death is near.
Somebody once told me I will break, crumble under the weight of the world I try to support on my shoulders.