Scars heal,
bruises fade;
her choice in life is yet unmade.
To carry on,
or just slip through;
it\\\'s undecided what she\\\'ll do.
She hurts inside,
and holds it in;
she fights her life,
but can not win.
She\\\'s giving up,
no longer trying;
her faith within,
just keeps on dying.
The pain inside is just to real,
she cuts herself so she can feel.
Her final cut,
was just to deep;
she fell into a lasting sleep.
The last two breaths,
she took that night;
destroyed all hopes,
and left despite.
This little girl,
who threw life away;
is left with scars,
until this day.
