Suicide at Fourteen

She was conceived in '89.
Born later that year.
It went good for awhile.
Then she grew up.
When she was twelve
The towers fell.
Her views on life....
Were shattered.
Having no where to turn.
She started to burn.
On the inside.
She listened to hate.
It controlled her fate.
Outcast because of her style.
She laughed crazily.
She didnt care.
The world didnt need her.
Nor she the world.
She lived for two years more.
Then.
It happened.
The night.
The sadness.
Her world came down.
With just one thought.
Two quick movements.
The blood was flowing.
She was dead.