I look ahead
I see someone's staring
Right at me
A little girl
A little lost
Little girl's lost
Her eyes are cold and dark
Her face tries to hide all that pain
intered deep inside her
A little lost child
So much agony brewing in her
But she's lost the ability to cry
She's unwounded now
At least on the outside
Thank God nothing can reveal
Her twisted mind
She covers her face
Willing herself to wail
When a even a tear fails
It's then she realizes
She lacks the strength to die
Her life's not so bad
Selfish Slut
Looking back with rose tinted glass
She has a house a mom and food to eat
But is it a home and a family?
Knowing that it could be worse
Just makes her feel cursed
With this horrible disease
Starting with a D.
So what started off as a simple game of fate
The knife has turned it into a question of whose to blame
Eleven markings up & down her arm
Have grown to represent the someones
Who've done her wrong
These scars mean more than just that though
These scars are her way of asking everyone to let go
Although that's what she's saying
And hell what she's writing
Her eyes are begging
"Please Help Me."
I just can't take this poor girl's plea
I must help her, I'll do it quickly
So I reach to the girl,gingerly touch the elbow
It's cold -like glass
Damn
The little girl is me.