Her misery, turned into suicide

She was so beautiful
A gorgeuos face
But covered in such make up
She was a closed case

No one knew the beauty within
They just saw the troubled kin

They didnt care
And never noticed, the scars upon her wrist
Her numerous piercings, they missed all of it when they dared look

In her journal of despare
SHe would write of what come near

She hated her life in everyway
Each minute of each and every single day

2nd period in class
She wouldnt beable to last

Her blurry vision from tears in her eyes
She gets excused to go to the bathroom

And as she reaches inside the stall
She locks the door behind
She does a line or 2 of coke
Her lost poor soul, no time to cope

She cut at her wrists
And let them drip red
She fell the floor
And let her wrists run dry

Her pale unkown face
Her look without a bit of grace

Her day of sufferage, turned into hapiness
She exscaped free from the depression, and pain
Her heart black with sorrow, her conciounce knew it was her last day