A Note With A Story

Once Upon A Time,
There was a beautiful girl,
She always laughed,
And she never cried,
Until one dreadful night,
When a mistake was made,
She told the wrong person,
Just one little thing,
And then her world,
Started crumbling,
She hide herself,
Within her personage,
So nobody could see,
The utmost terror she'd become,
Consumed by pain,
By anger sadness and hate,
She hurt herself,
In many many ways,
Others were hurt by her too,
She attacked their mind,
Their reputation and of course,
Their self-esteem also,
Because if hers must be low,
Then everyone else's,
Must be low too,
The pain she put others through,
The pain she put herself through,
It killed her soul all that,
Cruelness towards them,
And it killed herself,
All the steel against her skin,
So she was found in the bathroom,
Wearing just a robe,
The robe had turned red,
The floor also stained that color,
So much blood from so many cuts,
A lifeless being was holding,
The small knife in hand,
Pale face with a stopped heart,
Cold fingers which were used,
To write this very suicide note,
Less then ten hours ago,
So she was dead terribly ever after,
The End.