AN// So this poem has nothing related to me. 

This one was inspired by a song I heard once ( dont remember the name) 

Hi hello bonjour 

I heard them whispering 

"Have you heard that she's a whore?" 

Well that's not even true 

Not a bit remotely right

If she'd break down her walls, 

They'd find the truth tonight 

They'd see what she has suffered 

What things she has ever gone through 

They'd seen that she's been abused 

Ever since the age of two 

She's cut her wrists 

Stained them red 

She cries by herself 

And lies dead in bed

But no they won't 

They never will 

'Till her final will