Unkind

Running up to her room
With her body filled with gloom,
Cranking up the volume
"GO AWAY I TOLD YOU!"
her little brother goes away,
saying "fine ill come back another day"

Shes in her room with loud music,
Screaming and crying,
All because of stupid boyfriends lying,
I hate my life,
I hate me,
Where is that knife!?
When I need to let me be me,
She turns the music even louder
She writes a note to her mother saying
" I'm sorry i screamed at my little brother, i felt so stressed , i tried my best, I'm sorry I'm sorry i did this to you, but i had nothing else to turn to"

She left that note on her bed,
Thats all what she said,
She found the knife,
and took her life,
Leaving behind,
All the unkind