The Little Girl

by AlbinoAngel   Mar 9, 2007


The little girl is sitting alone
she has no friends
no one loves her
no one will

When she gets home
mom is on the phone
like she always is
so the girl goes to her room
gets her razer blade
she slits her wrists
she watches the red blood flow
she cries and cries
all she wants is to die
she wants to get away from everything
no one hears her screams

After all this happens
she acts like everthings okay
like nothing happend at all
she cries herself to sleep every night

she goes to school with a fake smile
she tries to hide the scars on her wrist
no one knows what goes on at home
and no one ever will....

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