Her life was taken.

Every morning when she does wake,
She looks in the mirror,
And more and more she hates.

She wishes she were pretty,
Or popular in school,
But her face is just full of gloom.

People don't see,
How much she hates,
And everyone else she wishes she could be.

At school she hides her face,
She hates herself,
She's so ashamed.

If only the friends,
She never had knew her pain,
And that everyday on her it rains.

Every night alone in her room,
She sits with that blade,
And cuts away her life of gloom.

But there was that one night,
She picked up her knife,
And took away her own life.