A girl I knew

"I hate my life" I heard you yell
as you have such a wonderful story to tell.
Of how you were beaten when you were younger
and they'd send you to bed with your stomach in hunger.
You'd lay down in bed and wish you were dead
but there are a few more things that haven't been said.
Like how they would stuff you in that lonely shed
they'd laugh in your face because you weren't fed.
You'd like to call the police when all alone
but you wouldn't be able, there's no telephone.
You soon realize that life's not so bad
the knife looks inviting, but so does the drill
your hands start to shake since your out to kill.
Your parents let you out and and mock you some more
but there evil mocks won't effect you anymore.
With the twist of a drill and the stab of a blade
your parents starting to look very afraid.
But before they know it, there on the floor dead
So you wash off the blood and brush off the dirt
Not even feeling the slightest bit hurt.
But with no friends, and nowhere to go
You take the knife and drift away with the falling snow..