Just an avrage girl she always wore a smile 

she was cheerful and happy for a short while.

now shes older, things are getting colder.

lifes not what she thought she wishes someone 

had told her. she told you she was down, but 

you let it slip by. so from then on she kept it 

on the inside. she told herself she was alright,

but she was telling wite lies, cant you tell? look 

at her dull eyes. Tried to stop herself from crying 

almost every night. But she knew there was no chance 

of feeling alright. Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves

'cus those cuts on her wrist were bleeding through you see.

she knew she was depressed, didnt want to admit it  didnt think she 

fit it, everyone seemed to miss it. she carried on like a solider

with a battle wound. bleeding from every cut her body consumed.

she had no friends at school, all alone she sat, and if somone 

would notice she would blame the cet. but those cuts on her wrist

were no mistake. but no one cared enough to save her from her self hate.

thing were going down never really up, and her she is now stuck in a stupid rut.

she knew exactly what she had to do next. just stand on a chair and tie a rope 

around her neck. she wrote a letter with her hands shaking wild: " 

look at me now are you proud precious child?"

but she new her parents werent the ones to blame, it was the world that

should bow down in shame. she stood up on the chair, and looked up at the moon

just dont think itll all be over soon. the chair fell down, as she took her final 

breath, its all over, all done now shes greating death. her mom  walks in, she falls

onto the floor. and now nothing can take back what she just saw.

her little girl that she raised, is just hanging there her bodys pale her face violently bare...