One Last Good-bye

Everyone thought she was nuts,
Just another goth freak,
Everyone could see her cuts,
But only thought of her as a geek.

They never got to know her inside,
They just judged her by her clothes,
On the inside she had already died,
And had giving herself a black rose.

Her parents didn't care,
They would never say "I love you",
This was so unfair,
But there was nothing she could do.

Every night she would find a blade,
And put it to her wrists,
Then after she was down she'd prayed,
When she did she would ask why she exist.

She decided it was time to leave,
She had to write one last letter.
And she would always believe,
That her knew life would be better.

"To everyone who hates me,
I know this can't get better,
And you would have to agree,
So I had to write one last letter".

She grabbed a knife,
She said one last good-bye,
She took her life,
And now you know why.