The echoes of a broken child screaming 'please no more.'
With the blade in her wrist,
The tears in her eyes.
To second guess is hard,
But to never give up is even harder.
Her face hit's the floor in astonishment,
She cries the tears that were never there.
A steriotype life she live's,
With a heart that was never broken,
To a changed life.
The thing she sees in the mirror is a disgrace.
Knowing that life has no meaning,
She still; Never gives up.
