She’s fifteen years old, and experienced love,
she’s been hurt more than she can count,
and been disgraced.
She’s been teased, made fun of, and called every name,
she’s old enough to know, it’s never a game.
She fell in love with a man four years her age,
she feel so deeply, so pathetically, and he made her pay.
He took her heart and broke it,
he took her soul and shattered it,
he took her smile and bent it,
He took her laugh and made it vanish.
She no longer smiles, no longer laughs,
just sits in the corner, thinking about the past,
to when she could just sing and dance,
when she had a full heart, and a soul to match.
But now all she can do is cry and cut,
watch as her blood drops to the floor,
See her vision start to fade,
As she whispers his name.
Laying upon the floor, knife from her hand, now
lay by the door,
she lays there, for a second or more,
and remembers life when he was there,
before he left her, for another.
“Honey, I’m home!” he’d call,
and she’d run to him, laughing so hard,
“Baby, I missed you!” she’d kiss him,
and he’d return her kiss and he hugged her,
so tight, so close, always closer
Now her eyes are bright,
bright with memories,
seeing herself fight with her parents,
seeing herself fight with her lover,
seeing herself doing things she shouldn’t have,
oh she has so much to regret,
and no way to make it up.
Suddenly, her eyes go dull,
as her body begins to go cold,
her eyes are now, slowly starting to close,
as her blood runs on the floor.
On her gravestone, it read:
Here lays Elizabeth, with heart of gold,
she loved everyone, man and animal.
But to one man, her heart she gave,
and he hurt her so badly, she’s in the grave.
Let the angel who lies here, rest in peace,
Because no one deserves it more than she,