Who is she?
The people in the halls of the high school whisper,
Look at her she’s a freak,
All these things could make a person lose it,
She tried to be a fighter,
She was beat,
She tried helping,
But got walked all over,
All this girl really wanted was a friend,
Someone to talk to,
She was 14 though she had been cutting since 9,
She was beaten and abused,
However her peers didn’t care,
She was known simply as the dark angel a soulless being,
She wore all black her features hidden from view,
One night she pulled out a gun and shot herself,
Only then did people care-shedding tears wanting her back,
But now her story lives on in those who are so like her.
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