As she kept getting them mad, not listening,
Not cleaning, she would do anything she knew
That would just get them so mad. She knew
Every button to push. And now she actually
Knew why they would get mad. She wouldn't
Care anymore because now all she wanted
Was death.
Every cut she made got her closer and closer
As she just felt it coming. She knew one day
That if it wasn't her parent's hits, it would be her
Pain that killed her. Because her parents
Would finally get a knife that hits her chest. And for
Her pain, her pain would make her cut down
Instead of across.
But then she looks in the mirror to look at whom
She has become to be. A sad girl who now cares
About nothing but dieing. Then she reflects at who
She was a girl that cared about nothing but the world.
She was beautiful, the sweetest, youngest girl
That could be. Even with all the pain nothing
Made her not be her.
But then she couldn't take it as she saw she
Became a monster that she didn't like. So
As she looked in the mirror, all she can see
Was a girl just dieing. She couldn't take it,
She never let out any pain so that was one
Wrong move, she always pretended to be
Ok and now that was another.
So many wrong things, she was all thinking
Of this at once. She couldn't take it as she
Thought of everything. She picked up the knife
As she had to make a choice. Either to die, or Live
A life of all lies and be sad the whole time. So she chose that
Dieing would be better than living a life of lies.
