Young and innocent, she was soon turned toward all the violence.
Everything she loved turned to stone cold resentment.
All of her built up pain finally hushed her to silence.
Everyone around her was happy but she was just reporting for practice.
Too bad she wouldn't make it to the tournament.
She's breaking herself until her fragile body is ready to drown.
There's tears falling from her eyes, creating a waterfall of her every last ounce.
She's humiliated now with nothing but things to bring her down.
She's ready to let herself go.
She grabs a sharp knife and hopes that it will give her some type of high.
With each cut, the blade slices into her soul.
There's nothing left but her soon-to-be ghoul.
Her friends that ignore her make her job a bit easier.
Thank god no one important ever cared about her.
She goes home and writes that **** note.
There's a lot of scribbles and a lot of what-ifs, but she finally decides that she needs to get on with it.
She goes to her favorite place; the one with the cliff.
She goes to the edge and suddenly becomes weightless.
About two-thirds of the way down she decides that she was being ridiculous.
Too bad she didn't realize it before she thought she found her new bliss.