Little girl, dont cry.

She walk past in a rush.
She doesn't want them to see her tears.
Everyone stares as she walk past.
They are all her fears.

The locker she have,
is again in mud.
The locker she got,
is again in blood.

She look at it, a glim in her eye.
She doesn't notice, all the kids around.
Now she run, the kids says "Bye!"
She runs so fast that she falls to the ground.

Now shes bleeding,
but she doesn't cry.
She doesn't pleading,
that she hates her life.

No, her eyes isn't sad.
No, they aren't red.
No, she just knows they are bad.
When she walks to her bed.

She lull herself to sleep.
Her face tears stained.
Now she fall in deep.
And all she hears is rain.

The rain pours, her body is wet.
The kids in school, they bet.
Bet that the next day, she wouldn't be there.
And how right they had, she wasn't there.

Now she is in the cemetery.
All the kids in school feels guilt.
No, it wasn't like chemistry.
All the pain they built.