A Girl

A girl cries in the dark of soul,
where no eye can see.
Hiding in a corner,
where once a girl in pink played,
and where it was once full of light.
Now it's all black;
her dress is tattered and torn,
and now a grey color.
In a soul as black as night,
as black as pitch,
whimpers a girl.
She screams when,
out of nowhere,
a knife comes and stabs her.
She bleeds and bleeds,
never dying.
In so much pain,
so much anger.
She's ready to explode.
When she lashes out,
she gets pushed back.
Soon she'll have the last stand.
Soon no one will be able to push her.
No one will shed a tear,
no one will care.
A day in history,
she will leave her mark
when she jumps from Lady Liberty.