Story of a girl untold

Here's the story of a girl untold.

Her eyes are blank, her heart grown cold.

The love she once knew Withered away long ago and never grew.

Though her pain was great, it seems her demise was her fate.

She let the metal kiss her skin; it played a little lullaby from within.

The pain was a small price to pay for the pain she lived everyday.

She walked those lonely halls, ignoring every insult every call.

She kept her ground, but darkness was all she found.

Until the day she met a boy, who played her like a toy.

He broke her fragile heart, He tore her completely apart.

Upon the ground she fell, she knew this decision would send her to hell.

None the less she cut her wrists, almost as though it was a painful bliss.

She left a note that read: You will never know the thousands of tears I have shed.

For what you've done I wish you dead, I blame the pain on you, and I hope drown in the blood that I have bled.

The only one that ever seemed to care threw me away with such ease, his heart I could not please.

He was all I ever wanted, but now I hope my memory haunts him.

I keep this blade close to remind me of every imperfection, and all the rejection.

This blade has been my best friend, and it will be until the end.

For my death it shall bring, the lullaby plays from within a soft song I hear it sing.

My time is fading, no time to lie in the water wading.

To my dearest reaper take my soul for it is black; Love and hope are what it lacks.

So it seems my time has come, Now that I am gone and numb, I hope you regret what you have done.