The girl

Lonely was the girl, nothing to call her own
She came from a broken family, she didn't have a real home
They constant yelling and frighting drove her insain
Along with all the abuse she always was in pain
her life was rough, she hated school but she went everday
her nights were long full of pain she needed to get away
she needed someone to talk to but she had no friends
everyday became a challange she just wanted her life to end
her father always hit her, her mother just cried
her father was never sober just drunk 99% of the time
she began to feel worthless, she was just a mistake
so she figured her life she would take
to her it was the only way, she finaly lost hope
she gave it alot of thought, she knew everyone would cope
one day she was smileing even while she was getting beat
she know that soon she would face the alimate defeat
at school she was happyer she didn't even frown
that night at home no one was around
she went into the bathroom and locked the door
she took some pills, wrote a note, then took even more
she grabed the raszor scealed it with a kiss
she put it to her wrist, gave it a twist, a tear fell for a person who wouldn't be missed
she got real dizzy, she fell to the ground
her body went cold, she didn't make a sound
her mother found her in the morning, she acted like she wasn't there
her father well he frankly didn't even seem to care
the arangements were made here body in a box
she got lowered into the ground, she became a girl the world simply forgot
her actions phased her school mates, they effected there lives
they made them thankful for everthing , they made them want to strive
they made them feel bad for never getting to know this wonderful girl before she died
they all felt sick inside
her father finily got arrestsed her mother left alone
in a cold unloving place with a broken home
her daughters preance still lingeres here, you can feel it all around
in the air in the trees, all over the town
she is hope for the hopeless strenght for those who live in fear
she's haven for the lost, her spirit is still here
she still roams the earth she feels she has to stay
she can not go to heaven how could God love a person who sined everyday
her spirit still gives people strength, never more does she feel alone
till the day she was uplifted by god to her real home.

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