eye's blue, size 2

Skinny, eyes a blue, size 2
Is that what were supposed to be
To hell with media, that’s not me
people come and people go
But what they say is what they show
So she would not go down
So they all would just frown
She would not give up her innocence
she would  not give into decadence
She was not good enough
Have I yet said enough
She was not a whore
So she slammed the door
Grey eyes and 5 foot three
Not the perfection the world has protected
He breaks the door
Yells you’re my whore
Throws her around
Something is going down
An hour later she is feeling hated
The love has faded
Her massacre is running
At school and there a coming
In the hall they see but they ignore
The bruise they assume she’s a whore
She laugh and \make fun
She cry’s and says it is done
Gets home locks her door
Grabs a razor I can’t take anymore
Pulls it across fast and swift
Lately there has been to much of this
She falls limp, because he tried to be a pimp
They say we never saw it coming
When they were only running
Now  there is one less “imperfect” girl
Because she was not a pearl
She is dead
From what they said
And the world says not our fault
And I say the world is a cult
They turn there eye
 and one more dies….