There was a time when she was little

And her brother would call her names.

But she didn’t believe them because she loved herself

And thought they were all lies.

She’d tell on him, and her mom would kiss her head

While her daddy called her beautiful

And then she’d run off and play with her friends

.

There was a time when she got older

And her brother would call her names.

And a part of her believed that the names were true

Because she started to see her faults.

She’d tell on him, but mom didn’t help

And her daddy was too drunk

So she went and played with her only friend.

There was a time when she was even older

And her brother would call her names.

She knew they were true

Because she hated herself.

She told on him, but mom was too high to help

And all her daddy did was beat her.

So she went into her room and slit each wrist

With a shaky hand she wrote a goodbye note

Filled with the awful words she was called

And crawled into her bed, leaving her a bloody mess to be found.