Little blue eyed girl

It all began a young girl
born and raised by christians
she was so perfect
always smiled
always laughed
always fake
gives her all to this day
she helps those
who watched her fall
with a sick pleasure
they ask for more help
more advice
more comfort
but still she smiles
thinks someday
she can have her turn
she can say what to do
she can really smile
or just cry...
she goes on
cleans
cooks
counsels
gives fair
and wise advise
makes the right
and the sensible choice
she keeps on going
cares for them
like her own
at night when all is quiet
all is still
the house sleeps
but her
the little blue eyed girl
she pulls out her blade again
cuts again
deeper again
the liquid falls
drains from her
again the pain
sickly a pleasure to her
she craves it
goes in deeper
she doesnt notice
she doesnt care
no poor virgin eyes around
no innocent eyes around
when she goes to school
she sighs with relief
to see no-one notice her
in the corner
all alone
no-one sees her cry at night
nobody says that it's alright
no
not a soul
a person to hold her
thats all she wants
but nobody sees her nobody cares
that poor
little blue eyed girl