This is based on a true story. The only part that's fiction is the suicide, and the words on the mirror. That was just some dramatic flare. Be warned, this is a dark poem. It's morbid. Also, there's really no rhyme, meter, or structure. So, just go with the flow. I could have made it into a long story... But hey, you don't need a 50 page form to tell a story. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ She was born pretty. Pretty little baby. Big pretty eyes. She grew into a pretty little child. Pretty blonde hair. Pretty blue eyes. Pretty big smile. A pretty little life. Long black eyelashes, Curling at the ends. Contrasting her pale skin. Pretty little child, Grew into a pretty little teen. All of her pretty. All of her skinny. She studies hard, And gets good grades, She goes to prom, And on a few dates, All of her pretty. All of her skinny. And all of her life, She screamed every night. The monster came, And he ripped her inside, He gave her scars, But she didn't fight. Every, single, night, She only screamed, On the inside. He whispered things, In her ear, "You're daddy's good girl, Be good, ya hear?" All of her pretty, All of her skinny, She wanted to die. Her pretty little life, Was a big ugly lie. One dark night, The monster went inside. He found his pretty little baby, With arms cut open, and without a life. Traced with blood on her fingers, Was a note on her mirror, "Here I die. All of me skinny None of me pretty. All of me a big ugly lie."
If this is true, Play some gritball(look at madea diary of a mad black woman) then if that doesn't work take a knife and stab him where it hurts. Or call the cops, if you don't want to be original and get a message across.
Bake him a cake. Aslong as the prison doesn't check for poisen first. I want him to suffer. Mwahahahaha! *eyes go red and flames appear behind me*