Heaven

She looked at herself in the mirror.
Looking at how awful she looked.
She never thought she was a pretty girl.
She thought her life totally sùcked.
She knew that this had to change,
But didn't know how to make it happen.
She wanted to get out of her pain,
She just wanted to go to heaven.
She went into the bathroom,
And then she locked the door.
Looked into the mirror.
She could take this no more.
Holding up her knife,
She held it to her chest.
Felt a sharp sharp pain,
As she left the floor a mess.
She looked up,
As she saw a bright light.
Going up to heaven,
Her smile was there for the first time.
Looking down,
She saw her dead body.
Lying there,
In a pool full of blood.
She went into the bathroom,
And then she locked the door.
Looked into the mirror.
She could take this no more.
Holding up her knife,
She held it to her chest.
Felt a sharp sharp pain,
As she left the floor a mess.
Why did she have to go,
At quarter past seven?
All just to be happy.
Going up to heaven.
She went into the bathroom,
And then she locked the door.
Looked into the mirror.
She could take this no more.
Holding up her knife,
She held it to her chest.
Felt a sharp sharp pain,
As she left the floor a mess.
She saw the bright light,
Coming her way.
She smiled like never before.
As she went up to
Heaven.