This Girl.

Tears glide down her face.
Leaving a painful trace.
She knows that she is out of place.
As tears glide down her face.

She feels very low
& cuts another row
She bleeds just now
She feels very low.

She is broken.
She shall not have words spoken.
She begins smoken
She begins token
She is broken.

Her favorite thing is depression.
She\'s full of aggression.
These are her confessions
Her favorite thing is depression.

She is in alot of pain.
She glides the razor through her veins.
She is now there to drain.
Since she has freak all to gain.
She is in alot of pain.

This girl is in alot or pain &&
For it will remain...