No one knew she wanted to die.
No one knew she was hurting inside.
If only she had a friend,
Maybe she wouldn't have reached for the razor blade.
She couldn't take the names any longer,
She knew she wasn't a joke,
She was someone special.
We all looked past her great personality,
All we seen was her big glasses,
And her frizzy hair.
No one seen the tears she cried,
No one seemed to care.
That day at school she promised everyone,
One day they'd be sorry.
That night her mind was made up,
As she scribbled down her last bits of thoughts.
She slipped off her gown,
And sunk down into the tub.
The freezing water made her tender body quiver,
As she reached out for that razor blade.
She watched her blood surround her,
As she whispered out,
"One day you'll be sorry for hurting me the way you did."
Just as those words left her mouth,
Her soul left her body to fly to a better place.
