Gossip so cold.
Rumors so harsh.
The torture never ends for her.
Not in school, not at home.
The bullying never stops.
Will it end when they see her cry?
Will it end when she says "I wish" after they tell her to die?
No.
But it does push her closer to the edge of death.
She finds a razor, or else she'll use a knife.
Her art displays all over her body.
But she hides it from the world's eyes.
The scars and marks from the people that damage her inside,
get deeper and deeper each time.
Red seeps from her veins,
and over her skin,
then down the drain.
The bullying stops now.
Now that she is finally gone.
Left alone to go by a blade.
The blood flows heavily down the tub drain,
and the light she gave has gone.
Poor her, mental torture sent her to the grave.