Life Passed Her By

A girl sat,
Thinking to herself,
Where did I go wrong?
What made people hate me?
Is there any hope left?
The girl pulls out a blade,
Saying,
'This is the end'
'Of the beginning'
The girl writes,
Gauges the names,
Of all who had hurt her;
The cuts got deeper,
As the list wore,
The girl turned,
The ground red.
Poppies will always,
Grow there.
The girl lays down,
Letting life go by.