I see something you never could,
A worn out girl,
With a horrible childhood.
A girl whos too tired to care.
A lonely girl,
With a lonely stare.
A girl whose father,
Was never there.
A girl with cuts upon her wrists,
With a life she could no longer bare.
A girl whose attitude,
No one could understand.
A girl who felt so alone,
A girl whose life was held together by an imaginary rubberband.
A girl who cried,
After cutting herself.
Wishing she would have just died,
Because life was so bad.
No one could ever understand,
The life this girl had.
She was always the outcast,
The one who was weird.
The one who never had a blast.
To her life was just pain,
Nothing but a stupid game.
A girl who used cocaine,
to excape her life.
No one knew,
She also used a knife.
This little girl...is the perfect description...of me...
