She might come after you

With no idea where she was
She fell to the grass
Her bag by her side
Hoping this confusion would pass

She didn't want to stay at home
She wanted to get away
To live on her own
But there was a price she had to pay

Soon she found out
That she could not do it
She wanted to give up
Her weakness she wouldn't admit

In the streets
In another town
She had to hide
Because the cops where around

She stole to live
Anything she could get
Hoping to make it
Although she was in a pit

She wanted it to end
With an infected knife
She found on the ground
So she ended her life

Now every day
When teenagers fight
With their parents
Her ghost warns them of that night

If you hear the story
Know that its true
Listen to the girl
Or the same death might come to you

*Okay. I really don't know WHY i wrote this poem...I just kinda started to write something and couldn't stop...Hope you like it! comment and vote please!*