My chest is clenched into pain,
Heart banging against my chest.
Stomah held tight, from breathing.
Hollow breaths, deep breaths.
Remorse fills my mind, like demons
in my empty heart, she's gone.
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone.
Out of my life, out like a bullet from a gun.
She was gone, left me, her family and friends.
Left me stranded, don't tell me it hurts more
then, an incision to fix an incredibly broken heart.
That sounds like an out of tune piano, when it beats.
Because, the heart is black and blue from being beaten.
Words were like knives, and people never knew it
would hurt more then they had expected, ever in their life.
So back to Point A and B, she had left me all alone.
Cause the world is now 50% filled with cruel people.
And she couldn't deal with the 4% of people at school,
who bullied her, who beaten her heart senseless.
She was one in millions who did this to herself.
Love wasn't always there, but she held herself,
until she had to give it all up on the 4% of people
who kicked her, taught her she was useless.
She gave up on people. She gave up on herself
She was beautiful, not ugly.
She was useful not useless.
She was smart not dumb.
She had a life, we all do, how would we live?
She was a wonderful person.
But she gave up on herself, because of the 4% of people at school,