A Worthless Tragety

It starts out all the same,
A worthless tragedy,
Filled with terror and strain,
A drop of lethargy.

A child all alone,
In a room without light,
So quite like a stone,
Nothing she does is right...

A worthless tragedy,
Filled with melancholy,
None will remember her,
None will try and save her.

The woe that she hath born,
Come forth the inner dread,
Flesh will be ripped and torn,
Her joyfulness is dead.

Wearing black to show her hate,
Of this world that she is in,
Words were said she can't wait,
To carve letters in her skin...

Maybe it's wrong to judge,
What we don't understand,
By herself she must trudge,
No one would lend a hand.

None would try to befriend,
This girl who needed it so,
And it will all soon end,
In this dark Tale Of Woe...

She took her life one day,
It had to end in someway,
I was happy for her,
I will remember her.