she got abused and bullied
some told her to die
they didn't know what happened behind closed doors
she cut her wrist with their voices yelling at her to die
but she always told herself i have a bright future
she watched the blood flow
one day she had finally have up
behind the closed doors she took the knife and slit her wrist
she laid down on the floor with a smile on her face
she was finally getting out of this so called life
no one thought about her ever again
their was no memory of her any where.
sorry if it's a horrible poem and for spelling if i got any wrong.
