She once loved a boy.
Who simply lead her on.
Her heart was cracked in two.
And it use to be so strong.
Momma got a new boyfriend.
1 hit two, three.
But she hides it from her mother
From the pain that man could let her see.
One the bus everyday,
Sat an old friend.
He was sweet and shy.
And every time she got the chance
She would say hi.
Then one day he ask her,
If shed like to come over.
What could it hurt to, see him
She didnt know it would change her life.
He told her he had a crush on her.
That he really really liked her.
She told him she could never love again.
But he could call her his girlfriend.
Every time he kissed her.
Her heart healed a bit.
And everyday shed get off the bus
Go home and get hit.
Some girls laughed,
When she came to school with a black eyes.
The words they said hurt her, almost made her cry.
But everyday on the bus hed tell her of his love,
He was saving her life.
She went home that night and spotted a knife.
Glittering in the rooms dull light.
The blade only touched her.
This couldnt be right.
Just one cut quick and fast,
And this would be a memory,
Of her past.
Watching the blood.
Gush from her arm,
Felt amazing to know she brought herself this harm.
So one more, slow this time.
She cut and cut until there was nine.
One for her mom, one for her dad.
One for the corrupted evil man.
One for the people she calls friends.
One for the boy shell never trust again.
One for the teachers that call her dumb.
One for the people who make her numb.
One for the people who are letting her die.
And one for herself for letting her cry.
Her arm continued to bleed.
She watched it with horrid greed.
Then on the bus the very next day.
He held her hand, and noticed right away
He screamed and yelled,
Everyone looked.
She was taken aback her heart shook
He whispered I love.
And for the first time she whispered it too.
For she realized, it was true.
Weeks went by with no cuts.
But with lots of hits.
But love had kept her strong.
But her body in bits.
One day, after so much.
The worst thing happened so far.
Her love was walking to her.
And got hit by a car.
She gazed at his body ,
Mangled on the ground.
Blood pouring all around.
From the boy she loved.
The only person cared,
If she cried.
Had got killed, he had died.
Life with out him was so grim.
She couldnt live in the situation
She gazed at his grave.
Gun in hand.
She had to be with him as soon as she can.
But in her other was a blade.
Old dirty and stained.
In his heart she carved his name.
Gave him a cut. she killed her self
With intention.
At the funeral many people.
All knew why she died,
They had no one to blame but themselves.
They had no right to cry,
Before they lay her in the ground.
Before theyll never see her again.
Each time they think of her
They count her scars.
They count to ten
~Emo_Kid_Of_America~ Community Member 
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