Only Seventeen.

by .luxurious;   Jul 31, 2005


She was driven to it,
by her family and friends.
Nobody knows how much pain,
she's really in.

Night after night,
she lays there crying,
thinking of the times when
she didn't feel like dying.

She just lost her best friend,
who died in the crash.
Her boyfriend has left
her, herself, is now her only companion.

Day after day things tend to get worse, she fights with her parents constantly, things are only bound to get worse. At night she asks god "Why me, what have I done to deserve this?"

She sits on her floor,
waiting for an answer,
still nothing,
everything's still a disaster.

Shes giving up slowly.
The pain is taking over,
yet its only starting to begin,
ladies and gentleman,
this girl is at her wits end.

How much more can this girl take?
Everything she does
just creates a bigger mistake.

This girl took all of this in, comitted to things she was taught were sins. Drugs, sex and alchohol, death, lies and more.

This girl is only seventeen, and her life is shattered and broken upon the floor.

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