The Girl Next Door

There was a boy who liked a girl.
She lived beside him, right next door.

She wasn't that pretty, and was very shy.
Secretly to herself, she would always cry.

Nobody liked her, but she didn't know
That the boy next door had feelings to show.

He really did, but would never tell
For he wasn't good looking, and was shy as well.

The older she got, the more confidence she lost,
Her little, broken heart covered in frost.

She went to her corner to cut, blood would seep.
The older she got, the cuts got more deep.

The boy next door knew what she did,
Though he loved her even more than he was a kid.

He wanted so badly to tell her how he felt.
He wanted to make her happy and make her heart melt.

He finally got enough courage to tell her that,
But then she started seeing this new guy, Matt.

He was the type that hung out with the thugs.
He made her life worse and got her into drugs.

The boy next door still loved her so.
He was going to tell her, he got dressed to go.

He went through her door and walked up the stairs.
He walked into her room to show the love he bares.

The first thing he sees, is her lying on the floor.
Blood everywhere, her life no more.

He held her in his arms and finally confessed his love.
He wished that they could be together way up above.

He held her close, and with a kiss,
He took her razor and slit his wrist.

He laid there dying, knowing they'd go to Hell.
But he was glad, because they'd finally break their shell.

After his death, he found out more.
Figuring out how much he loved her, the girl next door.