My friend

At night when she goes home
she writes in her book
about what happened that day
all the stuff she would never say

she writes about hating herself
and the life she wants to end
she even writes and wishes that she had a friend

no one can see the pain she's going through
her parents hate her and they're never there
she wants to end her life right now right here

she relys on the blade her only friend
it helps ease the pain
it makes her feel better not insane

she has scars on her skin
on her arms and her wrists
shes always beaten with fists

she doesn't have anyone
no one to talk to
no shoulder to lean on

since she can remember
she has had depression
but no one can tell, with a loving facial expression

she wishes she was gone
wants to end her life
just one with one cut of the knife

late one night when she was in bed
she pulled out the blade and cut
oh how it bled

she just lay there
still and cold
waiting to die

when her parents came home
ready to beat her
they walked into the room
revealing her doom

they stood there staring
didn't even cry
just stood there watching their little girl die

then they left the room
slammed the door behind them
as if they'd care
they wouldn't dare

she died 14 April 2005
they didn't have a funeral
just dumped her in a hole in the ground

some people get it of good
if she had the chance i know she would
i am the friend she never had
i done the same my parents were bad

please dint judge people it really not nice
you could have stopped this from happening
be nice be fair
and most of all be a friend
and care