The Sad Little Girl

She sits in a corner,
Tears spilling down her cheeks,
Breathing Softly,
Not Daring To Speak.

A Knife By Her Side,
Her Wrists Running Red,
The Hurtful Words,
That were Earlier Said.

It Made Her Feel Better,
Watching the Blood run Dry,
This sad Little girl,
Was waiting to Die.

Her only escape,
Was to run Away,
From the pain that she felt,
yet, she chose to stay.

I can never forgive myself,
and i Never Will,
This Sad Little Girl,
Now Lie's still.

However this story has just begun,
now you will see,
that the sad little girl,
was actually me...

©Molly