Girl

I once knew a girl
she was honest and sweet
and like everyone else
this girl had a story
she was my best friend
and i knew her too well
i could've helped her
but i just watched as she fell
i stared as she cut
and i stared as she cried
i never offered any comfort
its no wonder she died
her heart was broken
from too many lies
her soul was destroyed
form all the sad goodbyes
her life was a mess
no one understood
she wanted to be loved
just like every girl should
when she tried to get help
no one would care to listen
they turned her away
and inside she could feel her soul darken
she cries silently in the night
she's bleeding inside
she knows she's still alive
but inside she still dies
i feel i could've helped her
i should've acted more kindly
i know how she felt
because...that girl is me...