I LOved You
I Loved You

She hated life,
And wanted to die,
Each night she wrote a letter,
On ways to die.
Child abuse, Sexual harrsment, and emotions mixed,
A problem messing with her,
That can't be fixed.
So young when she first attempted suicide,
But she didn't die.
She over-dosed on advil,
A serious risk that can kill.

Next was her child abuse,
That hurt her so bad,
Everytime she got hit,
It mad her mad.
Her real dad never hit her,
Only her mom and step-dad did,
The bruises on her skin,
Is what she always hid.

Finally the abuse stopped,
But the next part is like no other,
She was sexually harrased,
By her very own brother.
It messed with her head,
Until she couldn't take it anymore,
She had to kill herself,
She felt like such a whore.

Another failed attempt,
With all her emotions a wreck,
That time she tried to suicide,
With a cord around her neck.

At the age of 12,
She turned to a blade,
One that she thought could,
Make her inside hurt fade.
During this life of torture,
Only one person made her life worth living,
He kept on taking her happiness,
But she just kept on giving.

You can't imagine,
The pain she could feel,
Harsh memories of the past,
Need more time to heal.

Finally after about a year,
He told her she wasn't the one,
His words made her die inside,
What he did was done.

Scars marked her amrs up and down,
Her third attempt of suicide,
She tried to drown.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore,
And looked through all the suicidal ways in her book,
And the one that was destined to work she took.
A gun in her hand,
And the knife against her arm,
A note in her pocket,
Explaining all her harm.

Hot tears streamed down her face,
As her pointed the gun at her head,
Ready to pull the trigger,
Ready to be dead.
One last cut on each arm,
Slashed each wrist,
This poor soul of hers,
Would never be missed.

She used blood from her wrist,
To write her final message on the floor,
After that she couldn't take it anymore.
With the gun in hand and a final breathe,
She pulled the trigger,

As seconds went by,
The pool of blood got bigger.
When her parents found her,
There was alot they felt,
Her crying mother,
Was sorry for every bruise and welt.

Across the floor was the message,
Her ex-boyfreind did see,
It was for no one else,But only he.
He wanted her back,
But there was nothing he could do,
Her last message in blood was,
'I loved you'