There was a girl who used to sit in the rain.
All she wanted was to end the pain.
A surge of ice ran through her veins.
Her nails dug into her skin.
She slammed her head back.
It was happening.
Everything went black.
She wanted her old life back.
Before her mom went off.
Before her dad gave up.
Back when someone maybe gave a fuck.
A month before
She seemed normal to all of the teacher.
Just that she was shy.
But, something looked a bit off.
There was this boy.
This very stupid boy.
He grabbed her.
He smacked her.
He raped her.
His friends thought it was funny.
Oh, they had their laughs.
"Hit her again, she needs to learn her place", they screamed.
But he knew her.
The shit she's been through.
She knew exactly what to do.
While they weren't looking,
she grabbed her bag.
She snagged something she's been hoping not to use.
She snuck out a small knife.
She's sick and tired of fighting for her life.
For the first time in a long time,
the stupid boy heard her talk.
She whispered, "You did this to yourself. I'm not your doll."
She stabbed him in the gut and watched him bleed.
The blood that spewed out was something he would need.
Self defense was a pretty good plead.
The rest of the stupid boys let themselves out.
They'd end up like him without a doubt.
A month later
Colby.
Colby was the name.
Colby was the name of the boy she slayed.
The wounds were just starting to heal.
The fact that she killed him was unreal.
She never really wanted to hurt him.
But then again, its all his fault.
Years before,
she loved him,
but those memories were locked in a vault.
No use living this life,
she's already lost.
She slit her wrist, stabbed her legs and slashed her neck.
Someone called an ambulance,
but by that time,
she was dead.
She finally lost her head.
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The Girl Who Lost Her Head
PoetryWarning: This story/poem is a very graphic and younger readers should not read this. Contains gore, violence, adult language. This is the story of a girl no one notices or cared about. This is what happened to a girl who lost her head.