It’s funny how girls can be so angry and cruel,
Next thing you know, the rumor is around the school
Sl*t, w*ore, b*tch, stalker, these are the things that were written on her locker
She doesn’t know who, just a pretty good guess,
Her best friend is going to be bringing her to her death
She goes on through out the day with little care at all,
But in side she is holding her sadness and anger in a very tight ball.
Ready to empty it, when she gets home, nobody’s there, she’s all alone.
She sits at her desk, pulls out pen and paper, and begins to write.
About how today, what her so called best friend did to her
That made her takes her life.
After the writing is down on the paper,
She decides to something new, so she pulls out the pen,
And scratches on her wrist upon lines purple and blue.
The next thing you know, little marks appear,
And crimson blood comes up and takes away her fear.
All of her life, she thought it went well
Until her friend made it living hell,
So what’s the difference if you are already living it?
Why not actually go and there, and take away all the shit
The troubles of living, not being loved.
Well I hope you will all think of her while you are up above.
