This is the tale of a girl
Who lived a tough life
Though not what you think
It almost ended with a knife
Her mom didn't beat her
Daddy wasn't a drunk
No her worst enemy
Is someone you'd never have thunk
She didn't have a brother
Who made her life hell
And didn't spend her days
Mostly in jail
No, her worst enemy was herself
That was all it took
No need for a bully
She even had the look
She called herself names
Beating herself up
Sometimes it was worse
Then she started to cut
People tried to help
But only made it worse
She want to die
And be free from the curse
Still she pushed on
And tried to make it better
It didn't change any
She only wanted to be deader
I know what you're thinking
Why not just get over it?
Well it's harder than that
It's some really tough ****
The girl knew her life
Was a crumbling mess
So she decided to give up
She'd given her best
Something stopped her though
Whether it could've been fate
Of some higher power
She still remembers that date
And is forever grateful
For whatever it might have been
She's decided to live her life through
Until its truly meant to end
Not my best. And I don't usually curse in my writings, but I felt it was necessary. I'm sorry for that.