Sad, hurt, depressed, and crying
sick of tears and sick of lying
"I'm tired, that's all, I swear I'm okay!"
She told her friends on her final day
little did they know that it was so much more
and now she lies dead on the floor
confused, lost, unloved, and bleeding
vaguely describes the way she was feeling
sick of it all, she went home and cried
that very same spot is where she died
her father saw blood leaking onto the floor
he screamed for his daughter "open this door!"
Worried, scared and unaware
he broke down the door and saw her there
in one hand there was a note
inside of which this very poem was wrote
in her other hand there was a knife
the very same that had ended her life