She died her hair,
Changed her look,
Hated food and feared to cook.
Slitting her wrists,
No food and cutting wasn’t a twist.
Got raped and bullied,
Everyday ended in a cry,
While she lied to family but they never knew Why.
She ended it all with one slick move,
grabbed some pills and razors to sooth her mood.
Swallowed the pills,
Slit her wrists,
Now you can see there wasn’t a twist.