Elca's life

Wasteful excuses,
Always end up with bruises.
No matter the deal
Someone will always steal
Your dignity, your pride.
Now you can't hide,
Nothing can stop them once they start.
Black and cold is their heart.

They raise their hand high,
Towards the sky.
You cower and pray.
They won't delay,
Not for you.
Who are you
To them?
Why can't we stop
what makes them pop,
And let loose on you?
What can you do?
What do you know?
After all you just suffered another blow!

You lie in bed at night,
Holding you teddy tight.
Wishing they'd give up
And come tuck you up.
Nothing in your life is worth it,
When your treated like shit.
No one understands.
Your friends are all in bands,
They sing about this,
All you can do is hold you breath and wish.

You know wishes never come true,
That's why your laid here blue
In a coffin of black,
After being smacked
far too many times before
You fell down the stairs and to the floor.
Your parents stand and lie
Saying why did you die?
They know the truth and you do too.
Know you can't be helped in this tomb.
People like you need help,
But you aren't one to give help.
Your the memory they have,
When they did a grave.

You were beat one times too many,
Now your being mourned over
By the watchful eyes of many.
Your killers replay how you fell over and over.

Elca Smith is your name.
Rebel teen is what you played.
No one else played your game.
On your guitar you played
Angry chords about your life.
All that you ever had
In your short, sad life
Has being whisked out
From under your feet,
And no one figured it out
Until the day you fell from your feet
And returned as an angel,
To watch over and protect those,
Just like you who needed a guardian angel,
To protect those from their protector's blows.