Death To Rene (venting is all)

Here's alittle story
About a girl who grew up
With a broken home
Her brother was never around
And her sister was always getting into trouble
You see then they hated me so much
Made it feel like i didnt matter

Her mama left her with another family
While she went out and made money
This little girl grew up without a daddy
She was so small and the world was so big
And in this new home, lie's an abusive couple

She finely gets to see mama again
Thinking life will be better
Everything changes again
Mama whos that?
Mama answers thats your new daddy
And its like the world is all over
But then she starts to have an attitude
Why do i have to call him daddy Mama?
i dont like him at all

She just walks on and ignores her daughter
For years to come it was all about her
Time passes and she goes to school
Then we move again
And as she grows older
She begins hating life
And grows depressed and suicidal
Never cryed any tears just only pushed everyone away
She is older now
finding more and more out
About this family she once loved even tho it fell apart
Growing up so fast when she should have been playing outside with other kids

They ponded off responsibilities onto her
Messing her up inside
Stressing and cringing in frustration and emotions
Seems it never died
Only got stronger and stronger
Sat alone in her bedroom
With the radio loud making the background go quiet
She'd sit there drowning in thoughts and cutting her wrists deep
Fack tears fell with the pain
Her mind growing morbid and sick
Soon that wasn't enough
She started to get high and pop pills
See suicidal tendencies isnt just self harm
Its ways of harming your body, not just cutting

She got so sick of life and all the wrongs in it
Every year got worse and more tramatizing
Nobody understood her or knew what to do
Never gave her the help she needed

Now she's grown up, finely an adult
And every day is the same old thing
Same old feelings, same old depression
But for awhile she's tried so hard to change her ways
But the cravings and urges linger on stronger every day
Giving her the easy choice
Life or Death?

Its one of those nights,lost lonely and cold
Numbness consuming her
She grabs the rope,tieing a slipknot
Hangs the rope from the ceiling
Warpping the rope around her neck
Wearing a pretty black dress
Saying her prayers
Looking to the ceiling and leting go
She struggles alittle as the rope tightens
She gasps and sputters
Taking her last breath of life and shes gone

Hours pass
and no one notices that its so quiet
Someone finely comes to her room
Finding her hanging
Blue lips,cold skin,and with a note attached to her dress
Only three words remain
Death To Rene. . . .