A girl fell in love one day,
She was breathless around him and never knew what to say.
She loved this man with all her heart,
It was written in the skies that they would soon depart.

He started to cavort around with the girl next door,
They fooled around a lot, even on the floor.
He thought his girl would never find out,
But she would somehow, without a doubt.

She wondered where he was one night,
He was meant to meet her, it was only polite.
When she listened hard, she could hear screams across the way,
She knew he was entertaining, and he was going to pay.

She barged in without fear,
What was going on, it was quite clear.
He admitted, he liked ‘a bit on the side’,
Little did he know, their relationship had just died.

Days turned into nights,
Rows turned into fights.
She’d had enough of this constant strain,
She wanted to relieve the pain.

It all ended that cold day,
Her once colourful world, had turned bleak and grey.
He broke her heart and threw it away,
He went on and found someone else, leaving her in dismay.

The girl didn’t know what to do anymore,
Though she was only sweet sixteen, her heart was left shredded and sore.
After this experience, she never wanted to love again,
This was far too much for her to sustain.

She went into the kitchen and picked up a sharp object,
When she pressed onto her bare leg, she didn’t know what to expect.
Blood trickled down her innocent skin,
Who knew a broken heart could draw her to this sin.

As days went on, she carried on this obsession,
She knew it was the only way to relieve her depression.
There became more and more ugly scars,
People who knew she did this, thought she was rather bizarre.

One night as she cut real deep,
The blood from her arm started to seep.
A river of blood fell to the bathroom floor,
All she could think about was her ex and that whore.

To her surprise, the blood didn’t stop,
It was a lot more than her usual little drops.
She began to feel faint, but didn’t regret,
Someone was stood in front of her, they turned into a silhouette.

The girl was found by her father whilst surrounded in her own blood,
He picked up the blade right where he was stood.
He threw it with force at the mirror which shattered,
Then he knelt down to his little girl who was torn and tattered.

The girl they once knew had ended her life,
She didn’t use a razorblade, just a knife.
Some say she died of a broken heart,
But we all know it’s because of her man and his tart.