My Secrets

Sweetie

Sweetie come here close let me tell you a story,
Of a girl who has no hope,
Her family hates her, school makes her out as a joke,
The pain just piles higher and higher,
She takes apart a pencil sharpener and says "it just broke",
This could all have been prevented if someone people hadnt spoke,
Words of hate spewing out of their mouths,
Making her feel like her life has been revoked,
Taken away by what they say and replaced by emptiness,
Her soul darkened and black she keeps wondering "will i ever get my life back?",
Sweetie come here
Does this sound familiar?
Soon one pencil sharpener turns to two,
Three then four and soon many more,
People ask her to stop tell her to quit
They simply say "its just a joke get over it.",
To her everything else just made it worse
One cut, two cut, three cut four,
She smiles as she does many more,
The pain is gone her head is light she slips on the ground shutting off the light,
Sweetie come close,
Tell me what you see,
Soon you'll be gone, happy and free,
Sweetie now you're gone
why did you leave?
You were so young, had a long life ahead of you.
People lamented your passing your family even grieved!
Sweetie come close
Is your pain gone?
Its sad to think this would have been prevented it some people wouldnt have spoke.