It was just another teenage romance:
Another pointless suicide.
Just another broken heart
from the pain she felt inside.

Mascara bleeding down her face
Tears still falling from her eyes
On the slits cut in her wrists
The blood still hadn't dried.

then the accusations:
There is no pain so great!
that could drive a girl to kill herself
by the mere thought of his hate.

Don't be so quick to judge
the 'freaks' who live down your street.
they could be the unlucky ones
who feel such a pain so deep.