"Little girl, little girl"
They're knocking on my door...
We looked up to the stars,
Worried you asked me: will it heal the scars...
Living a life of violence.
Has left me in utter silence...
A torn heart in a torn night
A torn tear on a torn face...
Its nights like these
The ones where the depression...
This girl has been messed up
All the hurt and pain...
Tears stream down my face
my past has been displaced...
It's like i can't breathe,
Not when you're around...
I stood in silence as the tears of pain rolled...
Willing me to curl up, still, in a ball...
There is always a pretty girl
At every school...
The pain is overwhelming
My feelings never showing...
So many submissions or call them confessions,
from psychotic disorders like manic depression...