One Girl

One Girl.
She sit in the backseat,
on her way to school.
Her father nagging the whole way,
telling her shes a fool.
At school she get stares,
all she sees are big eyes.
She has no friends,
no one ever says "Hi".
At lunch she sits alone,
thats how it always was.
No one sits with her,
then again no one ever does.
She walks home cold and alone,
feeling as if she'd been bit.
As soon as she walked in,
She was hit.
Her father was drunk,
he smelled of booze.
He slapped her again,
She let him, she knew she would lose.
He grabbed her neck,
and slammed her against a wall.
She crumpled to the ground,
as she began to bawl.
He backed away,
realizing what he'd done.
He started to laugh,
as if it were fun.
She ran past him,
into her room.
She hid under her bed,
knowing he would be in there soon.
He never came,
so she came out.
As soon as she did,
she heard her mother shout.
She knew they were fighting,
they did every night.
She crawled in a corner,
Frozen with fright.
Finally she heard silence,
she knew it was over.
But she just sat there,
she wanted someone to hold her.
That night while everyone slept,
she cut her wrists with a razor blade.
She must have cut too DEA,
she was thrown into a haze.
That night she died,
cold and alone.
Her heart broken,
no one would know.
Her parents slept soundly,
not knowing she was gone.
Until in the morning,
when her mother saw.
The next week a funeral was held,
the whole school came.
Even the kids,
that thought making fun of her was a game.
One girl died,
of heart break, and a slit wrist.
One girl died,
in the midst,
of tees rolling down her beautiful face.
She was gone for forever,
out of that place.
She was summoned to heaven,
free of it all.
God was just happy,
she had finally heard his call.