She slipped way
Lonely, she's lost...
Drinking smoking, drugs
has become her way of life...
I hate it when people say mean things about me
like they don't even care or they don't even see...
I know its kinda long but Id really apreciate it...
How does she manage...
Sitting alone out in the cold
Begging for a speck of hope to hold...
it doesn't feel like a cut
it's an ache that hurts down to the core of my...
The top skin looks good
underneath linger problems...
Our lips were a shade of delicate light blue;
their colour that of gentle stalactite...
I'm ignored.
No one pays attention to me...
I want to help people
I don't want people to be hurt...
A broken child
There's an itch that niggles...
Lies and secrets, nobody knows,
A scared little girl, inside the tear flows...