Keep fighting

I wrap my knuckles on the door,

Of course she has it locked,

I hear water hit the tiles,

And force it open shocked!

For the water has a red hue,

From blood I am presuming,

Is my daughter dead inside?

Her fate is in my hands, looming!

Yes she has done a really good job,

On herself and my nerves!

Something inside me decides,

She get what she deserves!

I fish her body out of the water,

And start to dial my phone,

Whilst trying to stop the bleeding,

I knew she felt alone!

But that just not the case at all,

I’m here for her whatever!

Those bullies have a lot to answer for,

They think they’re very clever!

Her life in the balance,

The ambulance on its way,

‘Please keep fighting darling!’

Is all that I can say.

I hear a wrap on the door,

And run downstairs to answer,

Remembering the good times,

And all her witty banter.

Her body now on a slab,

Death has come and gone,

I look at her with pity,

Because from life she has withdrawn.