Excess

She hated her life Made the wrong decision Now shes rid of strife Rid of all the derision She took her life But what caused her decision? We forced the strife We forced the derision She wanted to live the way she enjoyed This ridicule and suffering is what we employed We called her a whore, we called her a **** If you delved into her life she was anything but This rose has wilted under the immense stress Who the hell were we to cause this, this excess Our excess of hatred and ridicule did bring The end of her life, shes riding on wings I don't think this act I can forget My mind has wandered, I constantly fret We caused her pain, we brought her death Now I think I'll breathe my last breath For her For what we were