Her Hero was Too Late......

To be happy for once
But only to fall
Flat down on your face
Revealing it all

A loser not worthy
To be one of the crowd
Constantly laughed at
And loudly put down

To be on of the norm
A desire by her heart
But every time she would try
They would tear her apart

Each beating growing worse
Last time it was just a joke
But with each of their beatings
A new feeling was provoked

A feeling of hatred
Toward her own life
She took out her pain
With her skin and a knife

The paper become the skin
The brush became the knife
She would draw pictures of hate
As she scared herself for life.

She tried once more
To be one of the crowd
But this time they had won
Kicking her towards the ground

But one guy held back
For he didn't agree
With the games that played
And the way that they were mean.

He knew the girl all his life
And secretly was her friend
Meetings had lead to friendship
Possibly lovers in the end

But he didn't say a word
But just hung back in the crowd
He just stood there
As they pushed her to the ground

Finally he had enough
Why couldn't they see
She was just like everyone else
Just like you and me

He hollered for them to stop
And all turned to see
Who would be her knight in shining armor
Who would her rescuer be?

The girl knew that voice
Could it be he was there,
To rescue her
From the crowd of no despair?

The girl stood up
Looked all around
But her hero wasn't there
He was no where to be found

One last chance in life
was all she asked for
She was once again declined
Why she should live anymore?

She ran home
And pulled out the knife
Her hero ran through the door
Right after she ended her life....