did i tell you of the soul
a sweet girl could not hold
did i tell you of the blade
and the scar that it made
fact and fiction draw a line
details so broad and details so fine
suicide is not what caused her death
it was the pain the sorrow and all the rest
it was truth that hurt her so
and the pain she never let anyone know
it was the nights she cried
and the happiness that died
it was the scars on her every part
that matched the ones on her heart
it was the cries unheard
and the things she would never learn
it was a life that was wasted
and the tears that she tasted
it was the blade that she drew across the skin
to show everyone how much pain she was in
everyday it was the same
trying to hold feelings she could not sustain
parents who never cared about her life
another day with another strife
but now its over no more pain
for she will not take her breath again
a beautiful angel in all her glory
no more life to be a sad story
her body lies in the ground never to be harmed
while she is in heaven with love she is armed
so don't feel sorry for what she once was
because shes in a better place, no longer a lost cause