just an average girl.
she always wore a smile,
she was cheerful and
happy for a short while.
now she's older,
things are getting colder.
life's not what she thought,
she wished someone told her.
she told you she was down,
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 white lies.
can't you tell?
look at her dull eyes.
she tried to stop herself from
crying almost every night,
but she knew there was
no chance at feeling alright.
summer came by,
all she wore was long sleeves,
because those cuts on her wrists
were bleeding through, you see.
she knew she was depressed,
didn't want to admit it,
didn't think she fit it.
everyone seemed to miss it.
she carried on like a soldier
with a battle wound,
bleeding out from every cut,
her body consumed.
she had no friends at school.
all alone she sat,
and if someone were to notice,
she would blame the cat.
but those cuts on her wrists,
they were no mistake, but
no one cared enough to save her
from this self hate.
things were going down,
never really up
and here she is now,
stuck in this stupid rut.
she knew exactly what
she had to do next.
just stand on that chair and
tie the rope around her neck.
she wrote a letter
with her hand shaking, wild,
"look at me now, are you proud
of your precious child?"
but she knew that her parents
weren't the ones to blame.
it was the world that should
bow down its head in shame.
she stood up on the chair
and looked out at the moon.
just think,
it'll all be over soon.
the chair fell down
as she took her final breath,
it's all over, all gone,
and now she's greeting death.
her mother walks in,
she falls down to the floor,
and now nothing can
take back what she saw.
the young girl that she raised
is hanging there,
her body's pale,
and her face is violently bare.
she sees the note
and unfolds it with care.
all she does is stare,
"how can this be fair?"
she starts reading as the
tears roll down her face,
"i'm sorry mum, but this world
is just not my place.
i've tried for so long
to fix this and fit in.
i've come to realise,
this worlds full of sin.
there nothing for me here,
i'm just a waste of space,
i've got no reason to stay here
with this awful race.
it's a disgrace.
i was misplaced.
born in the wrong time
and in the wrong place.
it's ok though,
because you'll see me soon,
you'll know when
your time has come.
just look at the moon
as it shines bright
throughout the night
and remember everyone's
facing their own fight.
but i can't deal with the pain.
i'm not a fighter.
you'll make it through the night,
just hug your pillow tighter.
so let the world know,
that i died in vain,
because the world around me,
is the one to blame.
and i know in a year,
you'll forget i'm gone,
because i'm not really something
to be dwelled on.
that's what they used to tell me,
all those kids in school.
so i'm going by the law,
majority rules.
my presence on this earth
is not needed any longer
and if anything,
i hope this makes you stronger.
you're the best friend
that i never had.
such a shame i had,
to make you so very sad.
just remember that you meant
everything to me,
and to my heart,
you were the only one
that held the key.
and now it's time to go,
i'm running out of space to write,
and yes, i lost my fight,
but please just hold on tight.
i'm watching over you,
from the clouds above,
and sending down
the purest and whitest dove.
to watch over you
and be my helpful eye,
so this is it world,
goodbye."