Her mother walked in,
To a horrible sight.
Her daughters body, dead.
She screamed in fright.
The blade marked up her skin,
They never noticed,
Her hurt, and misery.
Never once was found.
The tub held water,
Along with red spots,
Those spots were blood,
Blood dots.
It pained her to look at them,
Her daughter had bled,
And the worst part-
Is now she's dead.
How would you feel,
Having to cut?
And close yourself off,
Everything is shut.
You call someone fat,
That you just think it's for fun,
But to them it hurts,
And they want to run.
They're insecure,
Get that through your head.
Because someone you call names-
Could be dead.
Keep the peace,
No popularity levels,
Because all it does,
Is crush others.
Slut, bitch, dumbass,
You never realize how much it hurts,
Until you're called those.
So keep in these blurts.
Before you kill another.
