Good GIrl

Good Girl Grace was a good girl until he came into the picture...

She was a good girl

In her lacy dresses and golden blonde hair

But, alas, all of that disappeared because

A boy that had the right words

A boy that had the right touch

A boy that had the right look

Caught her eye and lingered there

Causing her to change herself

To fit his needs, his wants

Her golden hair dyed jet black

Her lacy dresses exchanged for leather jackets

 

Only a short time later

To begin losing long-time friends

To begin getting scars on her thighs and wrists

To begin losing dangerous amounts of weight

Her mother and father begged for her to stop

Only resulting in seeing less of their once bubbly daughter

Losing her to the boy who forced her to change

 

A short time before holidays came around

The once good girl decided life was cruel

The once good girl decided that no one would replace the empty feeling in her heart

The once good girl decided that the bottle of pills was the best way out

Ending her life the day before the happiest day of the year came around

Leaving a note on her chest that said

‘I have no life to live if I do not have my true love’

The holidays were cheerful no more

Once word spread around that the once good girl ended her life for a boy

That changed her life

That changed her personality

That changed her outlook on life

 

She is remembered as ‘Good Girl Grace’

The good girl who changed everything for a boy that gave her nothing

The good girl who gave up her life for a boy who gave her nothing

The good girl who told herself, ‘I do not deserve to live if I am not good enough for him’

Her mother weeps with sadness by Good Girl Grace’s casket, holding a tissue to her eye

Her father holds a shotgun, waiting for the boy that gave his daughter hell

Her sister sobs uncontrollably in a chair, wishing Grace would have told her what was wrong

 

She is a good girl now

Watching us from heaven above

Looking over the next girl who will be tricked by the boy who gives you hell

Looking over the next girl who will be fascinated by the bad boy in black

Looking over the next girl who decides her life is unworthy for the boy that moves in

Making sure no other beautiful girls gets told, ‘You are not good enough for me’

She whispers in the wind passing by, ‘Do not fall for his tricks. You are good enough’

The End

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