A girl cries,
She wants to die,
She wonders why people hate her,
Why she has to live in this world,
She sits in her room,
With a knife in her hand,
Holding it to her throat,
She decides to get a rope,
She ties it around her neck,
She takes the knife and holds it to her wrist,
Holds it there then creates a fresh cut,
She creates a few more,
She watches the blood as it drips to the ground,
To relieve her of life quicker,
She proceeds to cut more on her other wrist,
She makes blood pour to the ground,
She cries so hard,
Its too late to go back,
She tightens the rope,
And walks outside,
She ties the rope to a wooden beam,
Then takes a step off the stool,
Kicks and struggles is all to be heard,
Signs of struggle and no one to help,
Few minutes later she is gone,
With no more love and no more hate,
No one to care for and no one to date,
Shes off to a different place,
Where? I'm not quite sure,
But i hope its a better place for her to be her...
