She had pail skin
Just As Clouds Where White
She had a heart of black
like the darkness of the night.
They dissliked her for her looks
And Her Dark Black Clothes.
They never saw who she was
Thats just what they Had chose.
She could have been famouse
Despite what they had said
But yet she still lay there
Cold Beneath Her Bed
Believing things deep in her head.
Her mother was no roll model
Her Father Was Never There
She couldn't live like this
She had to run away
She had never found a place
where she would be safe to stay.
The people never excepted her
They Never believed she was right
They only wanted her for picking up a fight.
Her eyes where always sad
She never had a smile
Depression was her bestfriend
She didn't like the beggining of life
She just had to find an end.
She left the note of sorrow
right beside her body of pain.
they all thought she was insane
They didn't understand
She always needed a hand
But No one was there for her
So she decided to show
how they never cared.
We love you dear child
You're sorrow is missed
and hoping you're allright now
in the grey dark mist.

There you go ;) theres my poem Eh?