Poor Girl

Why does she put herself
through all of that
they say she is small,
but she thinks she is fat

she's just so close
to going off of that edge
she's is upon it;
tip toes on the ledge

i wish she's come back
to her life on the Earth
she's realize it's great
and she'd realize its worth

but for now she thinks
that she is in control
but, oh, she is so wrong;
she's just barely whole

her ribs are showing
and her muscles are weak
her eyes have dark circles;
lightly she does speak

at night in her closet
she cuts herself too
she has no idea
of the life she once knew

i do all i can
to steer her in the right
her shoulder i sit
I'm her angel in white

now on her own...she has
to choose to be strong
yet she cannot do it;
she has proved me wrong

for i have believed
she could beat this disease
i try to influence
and pray on my knees

but this girl is lost
and she cannot be found
she is falling in darkness
without any sound

her parents are clueless
and don't even care
this girl could have so much
it just isn't fair

to see her suffering
well it's just not right
she's going to let go
this is her last night

so she will be free
in heaven she will stay
and never suffer
being happy each day