she wore this little dress
with a noose around her neck
its sad to say,
but she was the most beautuful that way
her hands were shaking
her body numb,
she was the girl
whose hodling the gun
the blade lay silent
by the tub ,
where her body lay bloody and cold
she would never grow old
she is the dead girl
beautiful and free,
but the worst thing about it all
is she is me