Gates Of Hell

That girl,
Who wishes to be dead.
She'll be dead,
Someday just not today.

She'll smile,
Every inch will be fake.
It makes you happy though,
She'll act like nothing is a bother.

Wash her sorrows away,
Her body has became soggy.
The love will soon come back,
That's not what she wants.

No one gave her love before,
Why now?
"They don't love me,
They feel pity."

The souls will stop crying,
After awhile, she'll be dust.
No one will remember,
The kids will see pictures.

They'll question about the beautiful girl,
None will answer the wretched questions though.
She's just a thoughtless whisper,
Hiding in the shadows.

Limp and pale from chemo,
Broke and Tainted.
She'll be put back together,
Once she's at the gates of hell.