There once was a girl who cried alone.
She was small, she was frail.
She was barely noticed at all.
The other kids laughed at her.
Made her feel sad.
She didn't cry, much.
No one knew she felt so broken inside.
Just from the beginning.
"But I'm not broken," She would say.
"You can't fix me, I'm not broken."
Walking around aimlessly & talking to no one at all.
But she didn't cry, much.
When the other kids saw her from afar,
They questioned her face.
"Nothing is wrong" She would argue.
But indeed, Everything was wrong.
Now she was older with a small group of friends.
Other kids called her names still,
But she didn't cry, much.
Slowly her small group grew,
But her communication with them began to fade.
Soon she was only left with 1.
That 1 hit her & called her names.
"Your stupid, I hate you." The one would say.
She would laugh, pretend it didn't hurt.
But inside she was so lost.
The one told her, they could no longer be friends.
She was so hurt,
She wanted to hold on to what they used to own.
But it was gone, just like the one.
Walking in such a fury,
She finds confrontation with the names.
She shouts & screams.
Runs away to the bathroom.
She didn't cry, much.
She ran away from it all & found a better place.
She was smiling, she was happy.
You could of mistaken her for anyone,
But her......
Then a black darkness filled her days,
With blood & tears.
She could no longer hide her fears.
"When shall this end?" she cried.
But nobody answered her, nor would they ever.
She was once again, a girl who cried alone.
Maybe she'll be nothing better yet.
