The Girl

She was a girl
That had never once been loved,
She was a girl
Who had no one,
All she had was
The scares that were her memory,
That only she, had to see.

She had never once had a smile,
All she would do was cry a while,
Then she gathered all her tears,
& put away her fears,
Keep it all inside,
To find a place to hide,

Till that day,
She ran away,
No one noticed, No one cared,
Then someone had found her there
They took what she had left,
You see, They took her virginity,

Now she was a lost soul,
Only to start to fade,
Till that one day,
She had found that razor blade,
She Begin to cut herself,
Scares she did so make,
Because she felt like she was fake,
It did cause her pain,
But this was what kept her sane,

Years went by
& she started to get high,
Didn't help much,
Only to make her cry,
The one thing keeping her alive,
Was also helping her die,

She could not take it any more,
So she slit her wrist
& watched her blood pour,
She cut it in so deep, Slit a vein,
& watched her blood leak...

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