death

Evil people
glaring eyes
make this poor girl wanna cry
noose and razor
at her neck
try to make her forget
Now she`ll lay their
all alone
trying to escape her deep darkhole
At her funreal
she lays still
upon her pillow
with no fear

she tried her hardest
to survive
poor niave girl
had to die
silly names
she`d been given
made her have a hard decisson
should she live with such pain
or be free with no shame
in the end it showed her decisson
she chose death instead of living
her decisson made them cry
always asking god "oh why"
now with this letter
they know the truth
she gave up because of you`s