She looked into the mirror,
but she hated the girl staring back.
and if there was anything thing God could give her,
she wanted him to cut her some slack.
She was a failure,
and it wasn't a secret.
Nobody loved her,
so she said "So be it"
She couldn't take her life,
though she so desperately wanted to.
Because she was afraid of the knife,
and all she wanted was you.
She was deprived of him,
no one could see what was within.
And red tears seeped down her face,
as she slowly undid her lace.
She went in for a cold shower,
only to never come back again.
Because little did anyone notice the note near the flower,
in which she explained she would face her fear,
and her sorrow would end.
When they finally noticed,
it had grown to late.
The darkness was the closest to her,
and no more could she wait.
In hopes that someone would save her,
she waited an hour.
But when no one came to soothe her,
she died leaving her memories next to the wild flower.
In away this poor girl was like the wild flower,
she was always locked up away in a tower.
She grew wild,
because no one cared for this child.
She slit her hand and slit her neck,
she had been put under such horrible neglect.
And the water ran,
blood red,
and when her parents came they found her dead.
So that was the end of this sweet little wild flower,
yes she did she died in her shower.
And as much as I wanted this poem to end happy,
the story of this girl like a flower,
only sorrow it can carry.
For this is reality,
and it will not be a sweet story,
that ends like a movie,
unbelievably and sappy.
