There was a young girl that her mom was always broke
At school she was the **** of all their jokes
Their words where so stark
It harrowed in the dark
Much to her chagrin
The words all sunk in
With her feelings on her sleeves
She did her best to please

Her mom loved her so
But with all her worries it didn't show
And she was working hard so they would have a place
She didn't notice the sadness of her daughters face
Or the cuts all lined up in their space

The kids at school thought it was fun
To ridicule her about how she was dumb
She felt so alone, so shunned
They made jokes about her hair
And the clothes she had to wear

They had one last ploy
I wonder if they knew it was her final joy
It was just the catalyst
On her very long list
It was her last hope to find true love, and some bliss
Instead of always feeling so lifeless
He asked her out, but stood her up
And that sorrow over followed her cup

On that night she made a choice
And decided to listen to that little voice
She cut up her wrist, and made a sad face on her throat
She wore that final red coat