I have a story to tell you, the things that happen, the things that people get into, there was this one girl, she didn't know what to do at first, pressures caused more frustration, so inside she felt worse, the strength to deal with it , was gone, but there was one thing she was unaware, that when she was gone someone would care, that night it started to rain, you could only imagine to feel her pain, until she finally couldn't take it no more, so she popped a bottle of pills fallin dead on the floor.
No one really knew, what this girl had gone through, her friends just wondered why, all her family could do was cry, she had knowledge and skills, that would make here millions of Benjamin bills, this is what most people said, it really kills to see her dead, Now why did she do this to herself , her plan was really weak if I can say it myself, its a waste , throwing your life away, It's not fair to make others suffer, cause of pressure you couldn't face through out the day.
In her diary she wrote, will they miss me or not, as far as I see, she'll never be forgotten, obviously everyone would care, at your funeral, the whole town , even your enemies where there, people were amazed, people were confused, through your pretty smile they never knew you were being abused,And now since your gone, everyone feels sad, your bullies feel bad, If they were only nicer, now they really wish they had. Through death's eyes your memories they save, they never knew such a great person would send themselves to a suicidal grave.
