She Could Have Been The Best... This World's Ever Seen Poem by Christopher's Dead

She lies at home, all alone on her bed
She was gonna go out, but she stayed in instead
She lies alone, thinking, killing herself
With no care for nobody or anything else
She cries alone in the dark on a bed made of glass
She cries tears stained with blood, the blood from the gash
Not a wound you can see, but a cut deep within
Blood flows through without need for arteries and
Normal means to help the body throughout
Pain, endurance, nothing, as she chokes on her doubt
Coughing up blood, blood in her lungs
Blood’s all she sees now, pain’s everything ‘cause
They gave her these scars, they cut with the knife
Of their hate and their greed, and despite all her strife
She couldn’t defeat them, couldn’t have her win
She lost all her pride and her confidence and
Her love, oh her love, how she used to care
About everyone, everything, and now she just stares
At the wall, she looks so intently but
All she sees is a word, written in blood, “slut”
It’s bound to sink in when it’s all she hears
She’d assume kill herself than deal with these fears
If anyone had taken the time just to know
She only wanted to be loved, wanted someone to hold
Her away from the pain, and away from the rest
Of the world, what a life that she gave up next
And so that was the end, the end of the shame
Because nobody cared and nobody came
To comfort her in her darkest days
I wish that I had, maybe she would’ve stayed
She lies at home, all alone on her bed
She was gonna go out, but she stayed in instead