She was a great beauty,

she was alive.

She was human,

she laughed and she cried.

Then came he.



She never wore make-up before,

she never looked like a whore.

She had never cut her hair,

to make sure that he was always there.



Her friends cry for her to stop.

They plead and they yell.

They tell her to change her path,

or he would take her striaght to Hell.



She wouldn't listen.

She was head strong.

She was nothing but a childly fool.

Only she did know what was wrong.



He didn't make feel her special anymore.

She cried on her bed at night,

staring at the door.

Then she hears a fateful knock.

Then she sees the devils sight.



He was there.

All sweet talk.

Trying to convince her she was wrong.

About him not loving her,

wanting the best for her,

and she thought he ment it.

That was until he hit his final hit.



After he had done his dirty deed,

he smacked her to the ground.

Her friends watched helplessly,

as he beat her without a sound.





That girl is still alive today,

but she is not a beauty.

She does not laugh, but only cry,

She watches helplessly,

as the angles tears fall from the sky,

pitying her life.

Hoping that other young girls will know what is right.