Her

by lydia   May 13, 2007


Her life is falling apart,
Or at least from what her friends have told her.
She wants her life to re-start,
Because the past has become a blur.

Mistreated as a child,
Now she hates her parents very much.
Her memories have been filed,
So she doesnt have to clutch.

The yelling and the lying,
She wants to go home.
But shes outside crying,
Because she wants to be alone.

At school her grades are dropping,
Shes loosing her “best friends”, or at least thats what she thought they were.
Her life is stopping,
Because nobody cares about her.

All she really wanted,
Was for someone to care.
But now shes haunted,
By the people who once were there.

She knows life could get better,
But she really cant wait.
Her face is getting wetter,
From the tears that are from hate.

She says she is going to run away,
And with her shell bring a knife.
On this earth she cannot stay,
So shes going to end her life.

Her tattered and torn soul,
Cant take the pain anymore.
On her back shell roll,
When on her arm there will be an open sore.

No one gave her any affection,
So shes all alone now.
Giving herself a infection,
Only she knows how.

She was left behind,
With no one to care.
Her you cannot find,
Because life she could not bear.

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