• Her life started bad...
    Ended worse...
    Things drove her to the edge crying every day towards a Hurst...

    Discrimination, murders, suicides...
    She saw it all...
    But the thing they all call love made her fall...

    She loved that person...
    She wouldn't tell...
    Isn’t that the life someone like her lived...a hell...

    She was out casted...
    Even by her love...
    Being different made her a devil...not a dove...

    Being how she was...
    She could not relate...
    And it was all because of that damn prop eight...

    She had the last straw...
    She started to cry...
    It hurt so bad...but then suddenly saw a blade in the corner of her eye.

    Blood hits the wall...
    She is now trembling....
    Tears blackened by makeup fall ...her face pailing...

    It’s getting so cold...
    But the blood is warm...
    Crying, hurting, bleeding, yet she smiles...she will see no more harm...

    Falling to the floor...
    The trembling stops...
    The blade conceals itself in the blood of the weak as it drops...

    She gave up on her life...
    All her family hurt...
    Now happy resting with no worry in the world buried deep in the dirt...