Knife clenched up in her right hand
With her left, removing her wrist band
All thats going through her mind,
Is that her daddy murdered one of their own kind
He always blamed her for driving him insane
So he would now have to feel a pinch of pain
Until one day he herd a dreadful screach
He ran to the gis daughters room smelling bleach
She had sliced her wrist and poored bleach in it
Her dad yelled at the top of his smokey lungs
Headin out the door grabbing one of his many guns
He threw it to his head and said a short pray'r
Squeezed the trigger with a jerk, Last thinking, "life isn't fair"
Kind of short. But i thought i would express it. Give me a few seconds to get my links.