Red Rose Suicide

I should not be here
Not that any one would care
Cos, they all think I am a bi tch
Or an accusing freak

So here’s my tale from the start, something that should not happen to any one, a horrible mistake and bad judgment.

I was one of the popular girls
That everyone adored
In the group I was the rebel
The little troublemaker
It was half way through the year
And everything was going fine
Till that one terrible night
One of my precious things was stolen
My innocence
It was torn away from me
Taken against my free will.

The next day I rocked up to school
Not telling a soul
But when I saw him
It just made me flip
My best friend’s, boyfriend; Mitch,
The arrogant git
Was bragging to all his mates
How he got me in his pants.
Soon the word spread quick
My friend no longer talking to me
And Mitch giving me sh it.

So after a long day of enduring
Rumors and jokes
I ran home to ask help from my folks,
I put it as a hypothetical question
So they would not catch on.
They said they did not know
What you could do in this situation
So the next day I went to the counselor
Hoping she could help.
I told her my story,
Using other random names
Then she asked who did it
I told her the truth, I said he’s name
She looked at me,
Then laughed like she was insane
She did not believe that he would do such a thing
He was the schools proud and joy
He was a good boy, never doing anything wrong
Whereas, I was a rebel, a mischief-maker.

I did not go to school for the next three days
Wishing things would die down
But the day I went back
None of my friends would talk to me
Mitch and his mates gave me no slack
And soon my reputation became
High school sk -ank|_

My life changed dramatically in a week
Just because the guy was drunk
And I was dizzy and weak
So he took it as an advantage
And raped me
My rep changed from rebel, punk
To the little ho - e
I lost my friends
Not one was true
Everyone else just spread rumors
And told jokes.

My whole life turned awful
Just because of one guy
It led to my suicide
The very one I’m committing tonight
So when I slice my wrists open
And let the blood drain
To my chest, will be pinned
A red rose, with a note
Telling my tale again that no one believed