She couldn't handle the life she had
She couldn't stand the actions coming from her dad
She couldn't find lifes meaning
At only sixteen
Her fathers habit formed and obstacle in her life
she had good intentions she had a man who wanted her as his wife
Nobody saw the pain she witheld
but within her heart was a story to tell
Her mother was never there, her father said she didn't care
She left when she was a kid, and didn't leave her with anything, not even a kiss
She tumbled down unto her bed, and from her wrists her body bled
She felt her life streaming from her wrists, in a river of crimson all she could do was moan and twist
People gathered, all dressed in black
They mourned for the life they could not bring back
