ThE BLaCk DreSsed OnE

Her once new black dress is torn
her gloves no longer keep her warm
she has a blood red heart on her left wrist from where she cuts herself
she sleeps rough on the damp ground with just cardboard boxes to keep her sheltered
her bare feet has cold as snow
her eyes were blue as the ocean and beautiful as the sea but now they are gray and moody and with no feeling or emotion
mascara bleeds down her cold froze pale white cheeks
her lips once had deep red pigment but now they are white with no feeling
she is a nameless creature
she lives in depression nothing is for her in this life
she cant explain what she feels she wont let no one help her
she wakes up in darkness screams herself to sleep thats her routine thats her life as she knows it
she forgot how to talk
shes alone
what happened to her?
what can make this better?
is there a answer for this child?
no on knows her shes the one no one will ever stand next to
shes dirty she looks at herself in the mirror and feels nothing but hate
she hates herself she wants to be away from this place
staring at the stars whispering
one day ill be gone ill have left this place and will ever be again
the air gets trapped in her lungs she spits out blood
she don't eat she has no money
all that she has is her moldy sliver she wears around her neck and fingers
what can she do?
does she have a place in this life?
who can take her pain away?
what does this feel like?
her cries can rip away at her heart
her eyes are even more gray her face is dry and cracked
she lingers on the sweet sounds of silence
she passes through the days without talking eating and sometimes she cant even breathe
stars say a prayer for me, make my pain and life go away
she sits under the stars crying and rocking forward and backward saying that little phrase
stars say a prayer for me, make my pain and life go away
she wants to go away from existence
she wants to die she wants to die
wont somebody help her?
no? no one could?
she craves for this hunger to go away
she wants to be someone
her only love in life is to loved by someone else
is that so bad?
why doesn't no one love her?
why is she this alone?
her eyes are going back in her head
this girl wants to die
she finds something sharp on the muddy floor
she picks it up and cracks a smile
her mind wants to kill herself it wants to
her eyes light up they are not so moody they turned blue once more
maybe she has found that one day and its today
she looks at the sharp object and her cheeks are warm
shes already gone shes already gone
she whispers I'm coming I'm no longer wanted on this earth, not that i was anyway
she wipes the mud away with her ripped dress
she takes it pulls her sleeve up she digs deep so deep past the point of pain
so easy so dead she never felt a thing
in a instant shes gone shes dead she took her life because she thought she never had one
look at the talent she had in her blue eyes
look at the body she once had she could of been somebody she could of been a model
no one knew her she was alone people looked at her and would pull a face just because she wore different clothes
she wasn't alone no more she was dead she had made her mind up she wanted to go and she did
forever remember the black dressed one

* i was bored when i made this up, its completely a waste but read it anyway i was bored and in a dark mood*