There was a little girl, who always wore black to school. She always had on a black hoodie, and never talked to anyone.
She got picked on so much, she basically waited for her "daily dose of hate".
Nobody liked her. The teachers tried talking to her parents about why she wouldn't speak, but they simply said she was shy.
When she got home, the teasing did not stop. Her parents beat her and called her names.
She kept a knife in her drawer.
The blood stained metal was her only escape.
Each day, the cuts got worse, until she stopped showing up altogether.
Eventually, the teachers got concerned.
Two of them went to her house, and the door was open. Her parents had left, and when the teaches got to the bathroom, they saw the girl holding a razor, on the floor, blood pouring from a long, deep gash in her arm.
They found a note on the sink.
It read:
"To whom ever finds this,
I am sorry, not that you care, but I am taking my life. Since you are reading this, you are also staring at my dead body. I couldn't handle the torment. I couldn't handle the beatings. I was denied help and love, so this is why I did this. To escape. But don't worry, I'm in a better place. I'm away from all the torture. Do not cry for me.
Signed: The Little Girl."
