Does it feel good,
calling her a freak?
Do  you realize,
It makes her feel weak?

I hope your happy,
With yourself
Because she's at home
Going through hell

She sits in her room,
Tears down her face,
All you ever say,
Is she's a waste of space

She pulls out a razor,
Wanting it to end.
All she ever wanted.
Was to have a friend.

The deeper the cut,
The better she feels,
Do you feel bad,
That they'll never heal,

Covered in blood,
Tears on her cheek,
Crying at the thought,
It will happen next week.

Your word cut deep,
Worse than a knife,
And you still continue,
To destroy her life.

Week by week,
Year by year,
The words 'I'm sorry'
Are all she wants to hear.

To know someone cares,
Or at least feels regret,
Could be the difference,
Between life and death.

Weeks go by,
The apology isn't said,
The teasing gets worse.
She hears voices in her head.

Spur of the moment,
Her decision is made.
On her neck,
She feels the blade.

One last cut,
Will end it all.
One more slit,
Until the angel will fall.

You could have stopped,
Saved her from it.
But you didn't,
Why couldn't you quit?

Her fates have been decided,
You have to live with guilt,
All because of,
The depression you built.

A simple smile,
An apology.
And you wouldn't be hearing.
This eulogy.

I hope you feel guilty,
You had her chance,
But you ripped her to pieces,
Without a second glance.

She's uncurable,
Forever she sleeps,
You just sit there,
Continue to weep.

She's gone for good,
There's nothing left to do,
Her smile, her face,
Will always haunt you.