A girl sits on the cement stairs crying,
asking god why shes left all alone,
wondering when she can finally stop trying,
her insides feeling like there turning to stone,
since her parents died,
her world began to fall,
there wasn't one night she hasn't cried,
suddenly she felt so small,
now she would never hear the voices,
of the two people who really cared,
nobody to guide her to the right choices,
no one to comfort her when she is scared,
nobody there to protect her at night,
she feels barely alive her bodys all numb;
shes thinking of joining her parents tonight,
wondering of what she will become,
as she sits there she stares down at her wrists,
wondering what they would look like if she decorated them with cuts,
there was no point for her to live nobody even knows she exists,
she then thinks of what will happen if she does will people just think she is nuts?
she doesnt care she'll be dead anyways,
but she cant help but still be confused,
how people can get no answer from god but they still pray,
she cant wait until she is excused,
she was sitting there on the cement stairs crying,
asking god why shes left all alone,
now she is lieing on the floor dieing,
letting out one last moan.
