poor broken girl

Broken Girl

The poor broken girl,

Got nothing left to live for.

She’s sat alone,

Unloved.

All wants is to be saved

Yet it is never to be.

Alone and in pain,

Tears causing black trails to run down her cheeks.

She wants to end it all,

She can’t go on anymore,

She’s suffered enough

And can suffer no more.

She takes up the knife,

Gets to work

And deep crimson rivers start running down her throat,

Down her wrists,

Deep crimson rivers of regret and betrayal.

No one notices, no one cares,

He tears and her blood spilling onto the floor,

Mingling, showing her true self.

Poor depressed girl, just needed someone to care,

Poor broken girl who knew nought but suffering,

Poor dead girl, now free from the pains of life