She was me

Theres a little girl
She was cold and alone
No one to care for her
To tell her that everythings ok

She sitts and crys
and wonders if the words
arnt supposed to hurt
then why are they hurtting me?

She gets out her razor
her only friend that understands her
she tells it "this is the last time i promise"
but she knows its just a lie

She puts the razor to her skin
push, pull, release
she does it over again releasing
all the pain inside her

She begins to write a note
a note to the one person
that she had thought
loved her too

The note said
"I hope your happy
i will be no more to
you and i hope you feel srry for all the pain you caused"

After she was done writting
she called her
and said "i hope your happy
and its all your fault"

and that little girl
was found dead in
the arms of the one who
caused all her pain

And that little girl
she was me