Story Part 2

Her life was like any other

She had a caring mother
Lots of friends
The joy seemed to never end
School was great
It was a place with little hate
Life seemed great
She’d go on a date
Have fun
Lay under the sun
She’d smile wide
And rarely ever cry
But sadly
She was madly
Dreaming.
She woke up to the nightmare
And it seems so unfair
Reality is cruel
You must obey all the rules
Or suffer the punishment
In a world with no wonderment
Her caring mother
That was nothing but a cover-
Up for what’s real
And what she has to deal
With every day
To say
The least
She must try and beat
An addiction
Of liquid fixation
Her so called friends
Aren’t “There till the end”
They ignore everything she has to say
And she’s waiting for the day
When she can tell who’s really there
And who really cares
School is a battle ground
Where she’s found
Trying to survive
With her mind
Trying to escape
This damned fate
That hits her again and again
She wishes that it was all pretend
But she’s treated as if she’s a game
And people will always think that way
Until someone gets hurt
Then all of a sudden everyone’s alert
She’s never once gone on a date
Who would want to with someone who likes to create
Scars on their skin
Who gives a fuck if it’s a sin
The so called smile on her face
It’s all fake!
How can no one see
What’s underneath?
She’s crying
And dying
But that one lip movement
Makes an improvement
On what everyone sees
Even though they having the feeling it might be…
They ignore the signs
And don’t question why
So one day after being pushed down the stairs
She tears
Through the hallways of the school
Fuck all the rules
She walks into the bathroom with her bag
Looks in the mirror and all the tear stains she has
Mascara dripping down her face
Oh what a disgrace
She is
She keeps his
Words in her mind
Like she does all the time
“Pathetic little cunt!
You’re nothing more than a runt!
Go kill yourself and make everyone happy!
I’m not going to try and be sappy
Put a rope around your neck
And say what the heck!’
So she puts a blade through her skin
Even though it’s a sin
One last time
And with a chime
Of a bell
That she knows all too well
She grabs a gun out of her bag
And says, “I can’t do this anymore.”
She puts it up to her head…
Now look…

She’s dead.