Staring vacantly through dim eyes, Living through a cold despair, No one hears her internal cries, Does anyone even care? Crisp is her smile, Crunching under passers’ feet, Simply an innocent child, No one knows how deep Release is a razor blade, Radiant upon her bed, So brave, but quite afraid, Of these scars that show she’s bled Keeping closed her little world, Letting no one in, In need of nothing money can afford, Only the words of a friend Her heart so heavy, With love for all but herself, Her tears break her eye’s levee, Praying for the people on her shelf No one knows what’s swirling, In that mind she has, While other girls are twirling, On the playful grass For this girl I ponder, Think with all my might, For this girl I wonder, Will she be alright?
Awesome man, that was very good. It seems pretty complete, which is hard for me to do sometimes. Take it easy.
