There i was on stage all alone
looking out to the crowd
thinking is this worth it
c i was never 1 for acting
but i thought i'd give it ago
you know c what happens, how the crowd takes to me
i mean i only had to say what i felt
but i couldn't
i couldn't say i was hurting inside
i couldn't say that everyday this little girl would b tortured
made to do stuff she didn't want to
and when she said to and stood up for herself things became worst
c this girl only had 2 friends
and they were great,
her best friends infact
the friends she tld everything to
but again she was scared to say nething
last night this girl died
and y was that
well she couldn't scream for help
she couldn't run away
so she thought i've had enough
and took the easy way out
she got the sharpest knife from draw
and all the pills she could fine
then locked away in her dark little room,
or the torture chamber as she had called it
and slowly killed herself
and still no one understands
