Your baby girl is dead

She looks in the mirror,
see's a broken disgrace,
The sadness she feels,
written across her face,

Looks at the ground,
watching her feet,
Too ashamed to walk,
out on to the street,

Looks at the clock,
just watching time go by,
minutes turn into hours,
she just starts to cry,

No-one is home,
she's on her own,
Days are going by,
she's feeling alone,

Calls a friend to come over,
but nobody's ever there,
She needs someone to talk to,
but no-one seems to care,

She goes up to bed,
puts on a sad song,
Cries on her pillow,
knowing she is not strong,

Goes downstairs to eat,
grabs the cans of beer,
Sparks up a cigarette,
no feelings of fear,

Goes back up to bed,
tries to sleep it away,
Maybe she'll be happy,
on another day,

Everyone comes home,
and go up to tell her they're proud,
Of the person she is,
her mum screams so loud,

Her dad comes along,
goes up to her bed,
Pulls down the covers,
to find his girl dead,

They were too late,
should have said it sooner,
Should have made it clear,
and told her they love her.

Copyright 2006 - Amanda Linzi

Again, not brilliant but wanted to get it out.