Hating Life

She's just 16

Already hating life

Getting picked on

For not being as skinny

For her thin, straight, brown hair

Not as bouncy and golden

She runs home crying

Locking herself in her room

Wishing she was dead

She goes back to school the next day

Just to go through the same routine

This time she goes home

Locks herself in the bathroom 

Grabs a razor and slits her wrists

Blood dripping down

Onto the cold, bathroom tile floor

She lets out a muffled scream

And slits her wrists again

Years passed

She's so depressed

Her life has gotten worse

Cutting doesn't help anymore

So she takes a rope

Hangs it from the ceiling

Puts it around er neck

Taking one last breath

She walks off the chair

Now she's finally free

No more pain