Forgotten

Months go on, forgotten times, of the girl so full of life
people change move on throughout there pain and constant strife
this once bright and bubbley girl, the one to fill the silence
now brings a sense of quiet rage inside is pain and violence
this brought up by the secrets, the ones she made to hide
bottling up the problems really messed her up inside

the problem started badley no answer she could find
eating away at her slowly,with a firm grip on her mind
so were was there ever a friend, some one she could talk to
remember all the times you cried and she was there for you?
so this is her life perpose, to help you when your down
to make you laugh and happy the boisterous bubbly clown

she needs someone to love her, and tell her its alright
to cry on when she needs to, and to cuddle with at night
a pal to share the secrets, to drink and dance and play
be like her walking diary to consult from day to day
so could you be that some one ?,good mates you could be
will you give this girl a friend?.. her name?.. u guessed!.. its me