Little Girl

She's a broken little girl with a heart made of stone
She's surrounded by many but feels so alone
Living in a house where nothing seems right
Little girl has lost her will to fight
She's afraid to say what's really wrong
For she has dealt with it for far too long
She lays awake every single night
Trying not to be sick with fright
All the fighting has made her depressed
Unable to show the anger she's suppressed
She's had about all she can take
She can't keep living with this heartache.
Her heart may beat, but that doesn't make her alive
The moment this all started, was the moment she died.

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