Her smile was fake,
her life couldn't take,
So she slashed her wrists,
Her story started like this.
She was a normal young girl,
With normal young friends,
Never in a million years,
Did she think she would cause her own end.
She had the perfect family,
The perfect home,
So why did she feel,
So sad and alone?
Cos perfect wasn't good enough,
This child need more,
Not so much the perfection,
But to feel as tho she was adored.
You see,
Money can buy many things,
But not this child's love,
Money was not what she needed,
She needed a mothers touch.
But mother had no time for her,
So she payed it off with cash,
But mother had no clue she needed love,
So she wasn't expecting her baby to slash.
So that was the child's life story,
When she didn't need money but love.
Its sad it took suicide for the mother to see,
That all it would of took was her touch.
So thats how her story ended,
Not only her story but her life,
That night she just couldn't take anymore,
And turned to the silver blade knife.
