Living Dead Girl Pt1

She lives in misery, She goes to school where she gets bullied, pushed around, and called names, Her parents hate her, She has no friends, and her whole world is dark, No one likes her, Sometimes she wonders if anyone would care if she killed herself. She cries herself to sleep, A lost soul, The one who relies on her bands and music to carry her through, The one who grabs the razor blade, She cuts fast, deep, and hard, She likes the cold metal, she likes the blood that comes down, She likes that burning feel, she loves the relief, Many people call her a little emo *****, All she wants is for people to leave her alone. Many people says she does this for attention, But all she wants is to be happy, She thinks maybe if she ends it all, Everyone would be happy, and live in peace, She thinks they would never know she was gone. She walks home from school on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, She goes through the door, Right up those steps, She takes the pills and blade out. She takes all sixty pills of Oxycotton, And then she starts cutting, first just across her wrist, and then she had a twist, She painted a picture onw wouldn't surely miss, She wrote on her arm, "All I wanted was love." Her mother found her first, She cried so much, Her father came in and comforted her mum, No tears he had shed, Her brother came in next and fell to his knees, He saw all the blood and knew something was up, He asks their mum, "Mummy why isn't sissy breathing and blood everywhere?" She replied faintly, "Dear, your sister was unhappy." He was much too young to understand. The girls that bullied you now get bullied, That boy that never admitted to liking you cuts and cries, Your exfriend cries and tries committing suicide, Your teachers try to hold it together, but lose it, Your brother grew older and found the truth about his older sister. The one he loved so much, and wanted to be like her, All the pain she endured. He found her iPod, He takes it with him everywhere, He remembers his sister and the bands she loved, And now he loves them, He cuts to rid the pain, He only wants to be with her again. But he carries out her legacy everyday, Knowing that is what she would want him to do, And he did this all thanks to her. She's tried to stop him, Was beside him while he cut, Tried pushing the blade away, She's a living dead girl, Nothing she could do nor say, To make him put that blade away.