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She was always a good little girl,
with her finger, her hair she'd swirl.
Never a troublemaker or full of mischief,
silently her broken heart did seethe.
Then, one day, it all seemed to change,
the cause no one could correctly arrange.
She became involved in alchohol and drugs,
her friends wondered, but left with shrugs.
To her parents, she screamed "I hate you!"
They heard, "I'll do what I want to do!"
There would be a fight, she'd get grounded,
she just snuck off, no alarms sounded.
They thought she was going through a phase,
she was trying to fight through the days.
She would be intimate with different boys,
they all used her for their personal toy.
But along came a special one to her,
he started to remove her painful spurs.
Just when she thought things were getting better,
she found from him a "Dear John" letter.
Oh, how her heart did crack so loud and deep,
she stayed up all night, all day she'd sleep.
She tried to go to her parents and friends to talk,
but hurriedly and distractedly they'd just turn and walk.
She started "acting up" again, wanting attention,
her parents grounded, teachers gave detention.
She finally wrote a letter of her own,
realizing this wound had to be sewn.
As the blood ran from her wrists,
she started writing her list.
She told everyone she loved them alot,
but there's, in her heart, an empty slot.
She told them she tried to talk to them,
but they were too busy for her then.
She told them what happened with the boy,
and now her life simply held no more joy.
As she finished she was so weak,
when they found her, no one could speak.
All the signs were there, why didn't they listen?
her mother asked herself as on her face tears glistened.
She was reaching out for help her mother now did see,
as she read the last line: "NOW will you listen to me?"
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