Well, just an intro to what I can be cabable of...yet this is majorly written on writer's block

(The beginning)
A sweet girl, born into the hands of a bleak world//
She weeps pearls, tears of distress moistens her neat curls//
her feet furl, she lays alone in the corner too battered to speak//
She splatters the heat from her heart that's more poisoned than a "tannery creek*"//
(The Middle Ages)
Mocked at school, she was never the one thought as cool//
She fought the rules, thinking she was the only one that was called a fool//
She's bought and used, enough drugs to kill a nation//
She's spilled her patience, and used the devil's food to fill her ration//
(The End)
Rancid tears stream down her face, yet she still has the worse to come//
Cursed to some, this angel is only seventeen and has birthed a son//
Her thirst is numb, She's feeling emotionally weak and frayed//
Afraid of life, afraid of love, afraid of anything that leaked a vein*//
She speaks of pain, as if death ruled her heart and soul//
She starts the show by steadily cutting her wrist to part the hole//
She's smart and knows that the suffering won't just stop and go//
So she crops her clothes and releases the bullet to pop the blow...

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My conscience was fucking with me...so I shot it