She was once happy and proud.
now theres this thing that follows her around,
a rain filled cloud.
In her heart she can't hear a sound.

She sits alone up in her room,
Writing her sad song.
and thinking of dread and doom.
This has gone on too long.

She sits on her floor to wait,
for something to come and take her away.
It may be now, a little late.
What she does in there i cannot say.

I don't know why she does this,
Why would some one do that?
there must be someone that is missed.
Maybe shes angry or sad or maybe she thinks shes fat.

She doesn't eat or even drink.
She sits alone in her room in the dark.
She just stays there to think.
She looks at that huge mark.

That mark is a sign of her anger and pain.
Drawn with a blade.
Its a sign on how shes slowly going insane.
Yet, there are more scars that shes already made.

Becaue this girl is no longer filled with happiness or joy.
Shes full of hate and shes afraid.
She now sits with her new toy.
Then she looks at the cuts that she so carefully made.

She watches the blood pour down her side,
It slowly seeps in a line.
Never flinching and she never cried.
No, she isn't ever going to be "fine"

Then someone bursts through her door,
Only to find the little girl and her cutting knife.
Now the girl feels pain as she holds the sore.
The angel has come to save her life.

The soft little creature, beautiful with eyes as white as moons.
Now has beads of silver tears.
They fall on the girls wounds,
They heal them and wash away her fears.

Then she dissappears with a gentle grin.
Knowing the girl will be safe and fine.
Because she used to be living in sin.
There will be no more bloody lines.
 
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