Exerts of a Story I'll Never Write

Too Easy

Too easy, just push them all away,
That's where they will choose to stay.
1,2,3,4,5 pills down my throat nothing they will say,
I know that they will cope, screaming yay.
They don't need me anymore,
I have become a bore.
It was me that they used to adore,
Now all they see is the lies from everyone calling her a little whore.
Broken mind, broken heart,
Where do I even begin to start.
The abuse that made me feel unsmart?
Or the people I have torn apart.
Torn and ripped with scars,
Never again will my heart go that far.
Shackled and chained behind bars,
Left with the fumes from cars.
Choking, suffering, dying,
All that's done is her denying.
A heart that once was flying,
Now is scared of all the lying.
He was hiding horns,
Making her wish she had never been born.
He stuck in her side like a thorn,
Once he was gone, she would never love again as sworn.
Nothing can fix the little girl that's broken,
Only from the words that are left unspoken.
Hands around her neck she was chokin,
The soft voice made it sound like he was jokin.
Tears streaming from her eyes,
Soaking up all his lies.
All she does now is cries,
Watching as he left her as if she was just a fly.
Hurt and filled with cracks,
She hides behind a mask.
Trying to fill what he said she lacks,
That is her one and only task.
All of them left in the end,
They said that they would truly stay friends.
It's like looking through a depressing lens.
Written in blood with a thin pen.
No one there so why does it matter,
She's so beaten and battered.
Slowly climbing that ladder,
Everything was just making her sadder.
Can't dance, can't act,
It all brought horrible flashbacks.
Of pain and suffering with the fact,
He would've never loved her back.
1,2,3,4,5 pills down my throat,
Now how funny is your joke?