Acid of Hate

Her tears of pain Blister her fair skin, Like acid of hate Because she's not thin. Her eyes are blue, Their eyes are cold. They burn into hers, and no one was told. More each day, They made her cry. More each day, She wished she'd die. That very same day, She told them goodbye. And tied the rope 'round her neck really tight. The last tear did fall, Of her hurt and pain. And no one will ever Hurt her again. ~Written in 2003 (Friday, 28th, February) when I was fourteen.~