I'm sorry,
she says
when she enters the room,
they can't see her standing
surrounded by gloom.
will you catch me,
she screams,
she drops to the floor,
the girl that was better,
but not anymore.
bruised and broken
she wakes on her bed,
what a shame,
she whispers,
i thought i was dead.
her mother once crying,
snarled with her eyes,
ignoring her daughter,
and for help she cries.
behind that picture,
and behind that face,
lay a shadow of anger,
betrayal and hate.
their poor little daughter,
too scared to make friends,
no escape from her parents,
so her life had to end.
she woke in the morning,
and to school she fled,
pressuring her arm,
and the cut on her head.
all she did was speak,
and shouted at her dad,
she prays she won't return,
she wished she never had.
All the other kids,
brag about their things,
clothes,shoes,
platinum diamond rings.
But what can she flaunt,
a cut,maybe a bruise?,
no wonder she gave up,
of course she's gonna lose.
Class is almost over,
but she can't even tell,
the only thing she dreads,
is the classroom bell.
it signals time for home,
but inside her head,
it means she won't go home,
but instead she will be dead.
