Infected
A bitch, a whore, a slut
And they wonder why she cuts
As she picks up the blade
She’s no longer afraid
Of what the outcome may be
Because she is no longer happy
She’s sad, depressed, and broken
An on this day she left many words unspoken
As she drops to the floor
While her mother bangs on her bedroom door
Blood is dripping down her veins
She did what she had to do to end her pain
Her face now holds a permanent frown
As she lays there dead on the ground
Her friends and family are all asking why
While they say there last goodbye
The bullies have no regrets of what the said
That infected her heart and head
Bitch, loser, weird, freak
Please Please think before you speak
