Little girl,
Loved and cared for,
little girl,
Had a good life,
Little girl was once happy,
At first,
Little girl didn't believe bullies,
But the death threats and names got to her,
Her home was her only escape,
Until the day it became like the bullies,
She cried every day,
No one saw her tears,
She screamed,
No one heard her,
She didn't eat,
No one noticed,
She hurt so bad,
She went to the blade,
It felt so nice she went back every night,
No one dared to care,
Alone in this world,
Abused and used,
Drugs and drinking,
He dug into her arm,
And hit a vein,
She let herself go...
She let got of the pain,
The hate,
Not to be missed,
She wrote a note that read
"Don't cry for me look to the Sky and you'll se a bright star"
This little girl is me...
No longer clean 
No longer breathing 
I'm sorry
Goodbye