Stories carved in stone.

A broken spirit all alone,
Like ancient words carved into stone.
A Silent cry escapes her lips.
As blood runs tward her finger tips.

This blood never hits the floor,
She wished that she could die.
She never had the nerve to do it.
By herself, she'd sit and cry.

Her life was far from perfect,
But with that she could bare.
Its the sheer fact that when she'd try to talk... No one really cared.

The girl who was left to herself,
The girl they'd all betray,
The girl who no one really loved.
Her story never to portray.