Against the pale skin,
Of this young girls face,
Fall the icy tears,
Of such a despicable soul.
Please come take me,
She’d plead each night,
I must to get away,
She cannot cry enough,
To chase her worries away.
Against the pale skin,
Of this young girls arms,
Are the blood and scars,
That are so very deep.
Voices keep blaring,
Within her pretty little head,
No one will give her a break,
She thinks she doesn’t matter,
That she is just one big mistake.
Against the pale skin,
Of this young girls face,
Are the crimson lips that he swore on,
Which are now painted black.
He had forever promised her,
But these promises to him,
Were just some sweet lies,
She is just his paper doll,
That he always just ripped into pieces.
Behind the pale skin,
Of this young girls body,
There is now nothing,
She is so empty.
There is no more feeling,
Nor emotion,
The heart that formerly beat so strong,
Is now awfully still,
Yet, you can see a grin,
Upon this young girls face.
