Beautiful suicide

Loser reject worthless nothing
All word about one girl
Would anyone even notice?
If she died tomorrow, with a twirl__
Of blood red upon her wrist
She’s been think about it for a while
Newly sharpened razors
Forced up her arm, with a little smile
The blood drips gently
Falling to form a pool
This is her life dripping away
From all the torture and rules
Her life was just made worse
When she fell in love
She just needed him so bad
But four years from her above
She didn’t have a chance
In any slightest way
She looked upon his new girlfriend
In complete and utter dismay

Written before tom knew I liked him