And She Never Got Up

That cruel winter day, she knew, would be filled with hate,

That one, single day would determine her fate,

If they smiled, or stared,

How much she wishes they cared,

As they laugh and call her names, 

Her mind is filled with thoughts of shame,

They told her she was nothing but a slut,

And she believed them as she started to cut,

She went home and layed in bed, 

All of those thoughts, they were soaring in her head,

As she stared at her cieling, wondering what was wrong,

SHe fell back to sleep and never got up.