Self Desirved Suicide

All of her life she has been told that she is told that she will amount to nothing.
She is beaten, battered and bruised.
Everyday another part of her heart riped away, leaving her feeling useless and used.
She hides her tears behind fake smiles.
She breaks down when no one is around so she no longer feels that she is on trial.

She takes her favorite friend and digs it into her wrist.
Whats one small cut for relief of a life time of pain.
She thinks of all the good times she missed,
Without the apologize of her tormentors she will never be able to trust again.
For what is love without trust? A simple fack, a simple pleasure, a simple lust?
She is under so much pressure, so much neglect, so much strain.
The scrutiny, the terror, taking her own life everyday she tries to refrain.

But she is more than what she thinks.
I wish I could save her, but only she can save her self.
Instead of trying to heal, she over doses on pills and drinks.
She thinks its just another bad day to write about and put upon my ignored shelf.

One day her friend takes it to far.
She slips and it digs itself deep into her misused veins.
She thinks tomorrow it will be allright, tomorrow it will be just a scar.
But she is dead, and her family now feels her pains.

They try and try to forgive but she is gone.
They had forgot about her, forgot about her for too long.
They should of told her to hang in there, hang in there and keep strong.
Instead they left her with neglect and made her feel wrong.