She could hear the whispers in the hallway
She could hear the whispers in the classroom
They are all the same
â??She slits her wrists at least once a nightâ??
â??She has no one to hold her tightâ??
Her father drinks
Her mothers beaten
She misses every Tuesday
To show up in the courtroom
Everyone knows her father is the one to blame
Everyday her self-esteem sinks
She cries tears that glisten
In the moon light
She has no friends
Godsends
No angels to help this poor child
In a small town of less then a few thousand
She is exiled
The teachers do nothing to help
Everyone that comes in contact with her is threatened
When her daddy beats her
She does not make one yelp
Blister after blister
Bruise after bruise
Late one night
The whole town watches the news
The headline that night
Mother and daughter dead
Mother beaten to death
Daughter breathing her last breath
She died on the way to the hospital
Her father awaits trial
For the murder
Of his wife and loving daughter
