What a sad life for this girl.

She had another bad day at school and home just made it worse.
She was yelled at for something she never did. She was called a curse.
They said she was a burden to the family and a disgrace to know.
What a sad life for this girl when she has to live with all of that woe.

She would run up the stairs and to her room in tears.
She wished she would die but those are only prayers.
So in her room, in her corner she would be crying her eyes out.
What a sad life for this girl, and all we think she can do is pout.

She has a secret way though to relieve her of the hatred and pain,
Her razor. She would cut until her blood drops came down like rain.
The flowing of her blood out of her cuts made a smile creep on her face.
What a sad life for this girl if she cuts to feel like she belongs to a place.

She would walk the razor slowly across her wrists to relieve it all.
The blood that wrote a story of her sad life was splattered upon the wall.
The blood that released her anger would splash heavily upon the floor.
What a sad life for this girl when her blood has to tell about her war.

Everyday she would cut deeper hoping that she'd bleed to death.
Praying to finally finish her story upon the wall and take her last breathe.
Wishing that once she died maybe people would actually care.
What a sad life for this girl, wanting someone to care isn't a bad prayer.

Well soon enough one day she did finish her story written in her blood.
All it took was for her to cut deeper into her wrist to let her blood flood.
She wrote us a sad story but to her it ended happily, And here's what it said:
"What a happy life for me, now I can smile more because I am dead."