Read about your story, stumbled upon it when I should\u2019ve been working,Work days drag on and on, like Jack Torrance I\u2019m succumbin\u2019 to madness and boredom,
Surfed the web on the sly, just a short break, not trying to be defiant,
Skimmed through google and YouTube in between dealing with clients,
Read about your plight, I can\u2019t lie, \u2018twas a depressing read,
Had your whole life ahead of you but it wasn\u2019t meant to be,
Born into misery, a battler from jump, no time for a childhood,
Momma didn\u2019t care, step-dad was a turd, you did the very best you could,
Took care of your younger siblings \u2018cuz the \u2018rents wouldn\u2019t do shit,
Shared your life online, provided your audience with a glimpse into your life,
Started a blog, too, airing out feelings you\u2019ve held onto for so long,
Strangers on the \u2018Net made you feel like you belonged,
You let them in, openly, shared with them the good, bad and fuckin\u2019 ugly,
Unsure if they were even listenin\u2019 but \u2018twas better than keeping it boxed in,
Depression and anxiety, suicidal thoughts, poverty,
Other nasty shit best left unsaid, it was all fucking grubby,
Also shared what was deep in the depths of your heart, you were one of a kind,
Had a lot more to give, crippled by the demons that infected your mind,
Coped with it the only way you could, the blade\u2019s sweet kiss cut deep,
Can only imagine how many nights you\u2019d cried yourself to sleep,
Pain and suffering are poisonous in extra large doses everyone has a breaking point,
Twelve years old you\u2019d seen enough, time to check outta this joint,
Got dressed in your best, even the make-up was sharp,
Like you were headed to a party in those jeans and white top,
No celebrations to be had, ain\u2019t gonna be no happy ending,
Took matters into your own hands and even live-streamed it,
This doll\u2019s irreparably broken, the New Year was two days\u2019 shy,
No turning back now, noose is tied, tears flowed as you uttered your last good-bye,
Fifteen minutes the feed lasted, if only you knew the uproar generated,
No one listened when you were living, hope Mom and Pops get what\u2019s coming to \u2018em,
Closed that link, back to work, fuck it, can\u2019t stay focused,
You were just a kid, it shouldn\u2019t have ended like this,
That shit stayed for the rest of the day, like a stubborn stain,
Just won\u2019t let go, rotting within like a fuckin\u2019 plague,
Been almost a year now since you checked outta here,
You would be thirteen, in different circumstances who knows what could have been?
Fly high, little angel, no one can hurt you now,
Hope you\u2019d found peace and happiness, wherever you are,
No more tears and sadness, your abusers are long gone,
It\u2019s a shame you couldn\u2019t be saved, but now you\u2019re free, keep shining on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rest In Peace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Read about your story, stumbled upon it when I should\u2019ve been working,Work days drag on and on, like Jack Torrance I\u2019m succumbin\u2019 to madness and boredom,Surfed the web on the sly, just a short break, not trying to be defiant,Skimmed through google and YouTube in between dealing with clients,Read about your plight, I can\u2019t lie, … <\/p>\n