Living Dead Girl

She's a Living Dead Girl,
with no strength to go on.
Breath by breath, day by day,
It's a matter of time before her time is done.

She's falling with broken wings,
and no one's there to catch her.
Her crimson truth flows over her skin,
She regrets being a cutter.

Her pain grows stronger with every movement,
as her time to go, grows near.
She sits and waits silently,
Drowning in her tears.

'Why wont time go faster?'
'Why has it slowed down?'
She lays down, exhausted so much,
and hoping she isn't found.

The time finally comes,
and she prepares herself to die.
She sits up scared and wondering,
'Did the Lord not hear my cry?'

For in our world, she still wanders,
She walks the days in her life.
With no one else to talk to,
and only comfort from her knife.

So if she walks right past you,
with no place left in this world.
See the pain in her lifeless stare,
For she is the Living Dead Girl.