Little Girl

by Mylie   Apr 15, 2007


Little Girl
which problems you face
everyday you feel the pain
nothing less nothing more.
You start to feel the sharp blade brushing upon your skin.
it drops
you fall
the blood it runs down your arm
as you sit and wonder why your alive
You count to ten as you hold the gun
at 10 you pull the trigger and your life has been wasted.
no one knows why
but the others dont care cause you were a little worthless girl

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