The unlucky poems are not so happy

Broken glass

 .: A girl with eyes made of broken glass,

   Pale skin, sitting at the back of the class

   Wearing flower crowns, barely talking

  Mentally ill, humanity is she blocking?

  You'd think someone like her

  Would deserve an innocence medal

  But she's a rose and has thorns

  Cleverly hiding her horns,

   The little girl might not cry

    But she is dying inside

    Trying her best not to fall

   "Don't worry it wont hurt at all",

    She is struggling to live, 

   And you think you can just leave?

   Oh, dear please come back

   "Do not worry, I do not attack",

   Be careful when you're messing

   Unknown are her skills she's posesing

  Every second she gets madder

  But that doesn't seem to matter,

  "Oh poor girl, can't do shit!"

   Let's hear you repeating it

  "Take a gun, why do you try?"

  "Come on! Just say goodbye!"

    You broke her just for fun 

    The darkness has just begun

   Oh now you're hit by guilt?

   "Guess you gotta deal with it"

  I can't believe it, now you cry!

  To play the victim, you try

  I can stop this charade,

 Put you in the hell you've made

The fully bloomed roses turned gray

Like ashes in a tray

 Her glass eyes shattered

"Not like her life mattered..."

 She tried helping,

 You can stop pretending

  She wanted you to be happy

  Didn't expect you to be crappy

 The day came, she wore all black

 Not interested, her face blank

 Your funeral went with ease

  Just like a summer breeze

 You wanted her to die

 She didn't want you to cry

 But the tables have turned

 Everything that hurt she burned

 But the end is not quite here

  I'd say that your death is near

  But your souls already gone

 Sadly, you couldn't be counted on 

  I wanted to sing you a happy song,

  Please, do tell me

  Where did I go wrong?:.