Marry was a girl with an untold story,
her life was filled with nothing but gory.
each slashing she received got worse and worse,
but she did what she was told after it was rehearsed.
Within in ever hit, she could feel herself slowly dying,
she asked god, what was the use of trying.
Months and months of this flew by,
and yet she was still asking god why.
People at school wandered what was wrong,
But she had to resist and stay strong.
She has always felt like an outcast,
she's been very lonely ever since her dad past.
When she got home, things became scary again.
Her life was a joke, why was she there,
what is there to life when you're always scared.
Soon a year past, and she was becoming depressed,
she prayed every night that she could just die before the rest.
On November 1st, it was not hard to remember,
she began writing a letter.
Her suicide note wasn't a surprise,
but yet I couldn't help but to begin to cry.
I know she spent years un happy,
I know she was only eleven,
but now at least she's free
and is a beautiful angel in heaven.