A bitch, a whore, a slut,
They wonder why she cuts?
She picked up the blade,
She thought her scars would never fade,
But slowly they did,
Making it easer to forbid,
She's sad depressed, sad, broken,
Until one day her last words were never spoker,
As she dropped to the floor,
Her parents were banging on her locked door.
Blood dripping down,
You can see she always had a frown,
The very next day her friends were cried,
Asking why she would end her life.
The bullies regret everything hey had said,
But they can't take back the words,
That inflicted her head,
Everyone's face had a frown,
As she was being lowered into the ground,
Bitch, loser, weird, freak.
