Once a little girl

Im sitting here in my room;
burbon bottle in hand
my life is horrifying
so much more than i can stand
At such an early age
this girl knew no happiness
only intence pain
No mother to love her
No brother to care
No father to hold her above the world
no there was nothing there
but a blackness in her soul one she could not dispel
and so she screamed inside herself
plz daddy no!

Dont cry for me
im alone; and although ill never be free
im safe; thats me
the girl sitting in the corner
mutilated flesh
torn dress
no one cares enough to save her

And so she sits and drinks her mind on bitter memories
no longer do you hear the sweet lullyby her mother would sing
If you saw her arm you would want to hide
for its so completely scared and marred
alone is a state of mind
alone in a crowed room is a curse of mine
little do i trust people
their faces tell of lies
delibertly decieving
their evil little eyes

Screaming, crying, scratching im alone as i was at the start
trying to mend whats left of my tattered mind and my broken heart