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She



She was the loner everyone said

Just didn't fit in

Wasn’t right in the head



She would go home at night and cry on her bed

Prayed she wasn’t here

Wished she was dead



Then onwards tomorrow

Back to the school

Where people were shallow, obsessed with cool



They had no idea

How her life had been

That she’d been abused at just 13



The back to her bed and the pain and the tears

Her hopeless prayers and wishes

And all of her fears



Then he would come in

All booze and fags

She cringed and wished it wasn’t her dad



She would hear the rows

Prayed that it would go on

To prolong the inevitable that was to come



He had his way

Then left the room

Alone at last she sat in the gloom



Next day she weren’t in

But nobody knew

Didn’t even notice her absence from school



He walked in the room

And called out her name

But something weren’t right, just wasn’t the same



She lay on the floor

Pills by her side

Stretched right out, tears in her eyes



She was the loner they all said

But they all wish it could be different



Now that she’s dead





By the Hopeless Writer



PM Jarvis