Gothic...

Gothic...

People said she was different,
And she never fitted in.
Doesn't mean they had the right
To treat her bad within.

She has left because of those
Who treated her so wrong.
Now we'll never see her again
Because she did not belong.

No-one got to say goodbye,
Her death was such a surprise.
Everyone who treated her bad
Didn't look behind the disguise.

She was miserable and alone
But no-one offered her help.
Her only source of freedom,
Was to cut and scream her silent yelp.

I think she just felt better,
Because it was such pain,
Caused not by the others,
But by herself, that knife and her vein.

She probably didn't mean to push so hard,
But wanted so much relief.
It was probably an accident,
But it caused so much grief.

They didn't know how bad it hurt,
Until it was too late.
Now she is gone,
And it was them who determined that fate.

They bullied and teased,
Until she cried.
And because of that,
She died.

Her room was the only place,
She could go to get away.
Until her last time,
When on the floor her body lay.

Surrounded by blood.
So cold and empty.
Maybe it was a mistake,
Or maybe it was destiny.

As they walk to her grave,
They think of the old times.
She better be in heaven,
That way they won't feel so bad about their crimes.

She was so innocent,
Yet picked on anyway.
People should find out how it feels,
And hopefully they will someday.