The Hit Girl

She won’t be seen today 'cos
She was let down by those near
They thrived upon blood and fear
How hard to hold back a tear
She won’t be seen today 'cos
She was made to be a fool
The taunts the threats were so cruel
She can’t take more ridicule
And now she’s gone
Gone where noone can hurt her
And now she’s free
She can smile for the first time
She won’t be seen today 'cos
The fill all her life with dread
Pulls back the plaster it’s read
Comes home and goes to her bed
She won’t be seen today 'cos
She’s now seen her best friend cry
How much longer can she lie
Before one of them will die
This is not my idea of a good existence
Get your hands off me