I tried
A lone candle burns in the darkness
Her hair lies spread, multi-colored
Blue, Brown, and black
Just like her lifeless eyes.
Every day was the same
As she walks down the halls
Eating, sleeping, waking,
When will it ever end?
At home, it\'s like Dante\'s Hallucinations,
The seven rings of hell.
The scent of death, hatred, heartbreak, and remorse
Hangs in its moldy frame.
She walks into a room, dark grey
No one in sight, and so cold.
She opens the drawer
Running her fingers along the malicious weapon.
Tracing the silver barrels, slowly,
She let out a sigh and a cough.
\"Better late than never,\" she says
As fleets of memories rush back...
Birth, joyous on the occasion
Wrought steel bonds between mum and baby.
Dad stands in the corner alone and proud,
Tears were invisible in his eye.
She\'s three years now.
Screams of pain and panic at home,
Mom and dad at war.
What is marriage, and love?
She\'s a teen now.
Beautiful in everyone\'s eyes.
Soul of her mates, but
Do they feel her sorrow?
She\'s eighteen now
Youthful eyes look down, frightened
The world shuns her
Like a flower trampled in the mud.
Angelic yet a demon
Beautiful yet ugly and
Smart yet too much for her own-
Good. That\'s it, the Grand finale.
And she lifted
Up her arm
Cocked the gun
and shot herself.
\"Dead in the head\"
Her parents used to say,
She wouldn\'t survive a day.
Well, I guess that\'s true.