You were always there
To guide me through the dark...

Why do you do the things you do?
Why do you cause me pain...

The walls are stained white
The hardwood floors are cold...

I look into the mirror
And looking back at me with fright...

This beautiful little girl
What went so wrong...

Here is a poem, for a girl
Who lived behind her lies...

How could you go behind my back
And say all the hurtful lies...

I remember when you were new
Didn't know much bout me at all...

I'm tired of living in a world
Where no one understands...

This is the final note
For now, I'm a girl that's dead...

Have you ever wondered why I do it
Why I make my own pain...

The little girl was so happy
What could have gone wrong...