Victim of Living

She was a straight ‘A’ student,

Daddy’s little princess,

Mommy’s little girl.

She was a perfect spirited little rich girl

And yet she was unhappy.

Her boyfriend cheated,

Her friends were fake,

She was used.

She wrote,

She wrote her pain, and it went away…

For a little while.

Until she snapped

She hated her boyfriend.

She hated her friends.

But most of all she hated her life.

She had written reasons and ways,

Her life was Hell on Earth

By the time, she was 25,

She was married to her cheating boyfriend,

Some things never change.

She was once again, temporarily happy.

She wanted to be grown up,

And have a family.

But she couldn't handle it,

When he said ‘no’.

She was empty,

Incomplete,

She was sick of being on Hell on Earth.

She locked herself in her room

While her husband was ‘away’

And sliced her stomach, Scarlet

When her husband came home,

He found daddy's Little Angel

Mommy’s little girl

And a rusty red razor.

Scarlet liquid,

Was splashed around.

And there lay innocent little Emily

The perfect little dead girl.

Not all endings are happy.