As the blood pours out,
The girl slowly slides down the door
With her mascara running down her pale white face
The tears represent a past of lonelyness and pain!
Her wrist's are full of open wounds
That shows you the struggles she's been through
The blood calms her and reminds her that shes okay
But the scars remind her that shes a little girl
Who's trapped in a world that she calls hell!
She no longer has a mom and dad.
They deserted her and left her there for dead
She cry's everday and night
Wishing that she had that family she deserves
The family that would love her no matter what!
Instead of the family that tortures her because of who she is
She grew up with pain, anger, frustrations
As she takes the knife out of the kitchen and walks back to her room
She turns on the sad, depressing song that represents her life
And slits her throat
Thats the end of the pain and sorrow for her
Shes Dead
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