My little hobby...poetry

This little girl

There's a girl crying in her room
She's there because of you
Her bloodstained raiser mixed with her tears
She was cornered by her "friends" and fears
The school halls filled with snickers and sneers.
She can't take any more and runs to her shed
She looks for something sharp but finds something better instead
She pointed it at her head
Her final words " you wished me dead "
She pulled the trigger but nobody cared
Her parents said she was better off this way
Their child was gone
But they didn't care anyway 
Not a single tear was shed
For the girl that now lay dead.
That girl was human
Probably more human than you or me
But no one saw her inner beauty
They just saw what they said
" slut"
"Whore"
"Faggot"
"Sad"
Because of what you said
Because of you
That girl Is now dead.