Hello My name is Belle
Which usually stands for beautiful in French
Nothing about me is beautiful
My body is fat
My hair to long
My eyes to wide
My mouth to narrow
My life to long

I have a adopted brother who shot up his school and himself
My mother shot herself
Now I live my two siblings and a father who doesn't want me
My life has been turned to a dump
Now I have a bump
It's on the back of my head
A bully gave it to me
It doesn't hurt
At least not anymore
I am sitting in class
My life was passing by in a blink of an eye
Yet all I had to show was two dead family members

I can dance at my house with a smile on my face
Though it's not really home
With its run down shutters and yellow trim
It's made of brick that is a ugly yellow brown
Kind of like my blond hair
Which says I am not apart of this browned hair family
My real mom went MIA
My entire life
She left me alone

I have more bruises
My pain is real
My mother told me that it is all to real
I am not supposed to be here
At least not anymore
I was always told to follow the lead
I have my lead

I packed a pistol in my bag
It's not noticeable
I smile every day
Except today it is just cruel
My eyes look at my targets
A teacher and three students
The third student looks at me
I stand in front a mirror

I walk into class with a big smile and light heart
For the first time in forever
I am truly happy
I glanced at my teacher
Then two of my friends
I pull out the pistol
And I shoot at the teacher
Then at my friends
I see blood splatter on the wall
I see blood on my dress
Oh well
My life will be complete

I will turn out just like my family
Broken and ****** and a bullet in my head
I know what I'm doing
My mother once said that life is what you want it to be
I want mine to be over
People say
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem
I think suicide is the way to go
My family taught me that

Oh look the cops are coming through the door
Time for me to say goodbye
I have had my fun
Now its time to go
To this place
I call home
I put the gun up to my head and pull back the trigger
I hear
Click, Click, Click
The sound of almost there
Then I feel the bullet enter my head and I am no more
The news will love this
I get to be famous....