Oh How Wrong I Was To Think..

Her eyeliner is running down her cheek.
With her eyeshadow smeared across her face.
No one can see the truth as she covers it up.
But the boy is beating the tears right out of her.

He pushes her down.
Laughs at her weakness.
As he continues to go on and on.

She tries to fight back.
But he hurts her worse.
With each and every hit.

She screams for help.
Cries for it to stop.
But most just stop and stare at t his tragic affair.

They hear her screams.
They see her cries.
They see her hurting.
They just don't seem to care.

With another hit to her face.
A final drop to the floor.
The poor girl lifts up her head with her famous last words, "Look at me, I am weak. I've been trying to let you know how much you mean, despite everything. But how wrong I was to think my love could give me immortality and that immortality meant never dyin