There is a girl who is always happy
as she was cheerful with her friends
but thiswas for a short while and now
that she is older, she feels all alone in
her new school.

She told her parents that she was down,
but the just ignored her, so she didn't tell
anyone about how she felt.

When people asks her what is the matter
she would reply that she was fine, but she
isn't you can tell by looking at her eyes.

She cant stop herself from crying every night
but she know that she wont be ok, in the summer
she wears long sleeves to cover up all of the scares.

She was sad, didn't think that she fitted inwith the other
students. She didn't tell her parents that no one liked her,
she never speacks to the kids in her school but if the kids see
the cuts she would blame her cat.

The truth behind the cuts is it wasn't a cat because she dosen't own
a cat, those cuts on her wrists were no mistakes cause all of the people
couldnt be bothered to save her from this self hate.

She is feeling down, never up and now she is stuck in a stupid rut.
she knows that nobody will care if she dies, she was prepaering to stand
on the chair and put the rope around her neack.

Her hands are shakeing while she writes a letter to her
parents saying "Look at me now, are you proud of your precious child"
but it isnt her parents fault, it is the worlds fault.

She stood on the chair, she looked at the moon as
ahe knew it all will be over soon. The chair feel down and she took her final breath.