The Dying Tale of a Sad Girl

The girl not known
Her differences in fears
Her pain buried, not shown
Her heart bleeding for years

She quietly cries
Black tears fall from her face
Remembering all her suicidal tries
Her life all a disgrace

She never had any hopes
She wanders aimlessly full of doubts
Buries her face in her hood and mopes
Sits in a corner alone and pouts

Alone and scared she uncovers her scar
She pulls out a razor and cuts in deep
She knows by now that her sins have gone too far
But she continues to cut, then lays down to sleep

Days went by and she was still asleep
She lies on her bedroom rug
Perhaps this time she cut too deep
On her bloody wrists are the cuts and scars she'd dug

Now shes dead and she is now known
Nobody knew her dying thoughts
Nobody knew her soul was sewn
Or how many times she searched for her graveyard plots

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-harley-