All alone a girl sits,
Her life around her,
In tiny bits,
The rain pours down from up above,
This girl sits silently,
Feeling unloved,
She wished she could die,
Her life was just a big whole lie.

Her soul torn in pieces,
The will to die increases,
She cries herself to sleep every night,
She shivers and trembles with fright,
In public she smiles but can not feel,
The scars of suffering never seem to heal.

I stare down at this girl and wonder why, She cries,
I wipe a tear from my eye and slowly sigh,
I tell her to have hope,
But she doesn't listen,
knowing she's at the end of the rope,
She hates what she has become,
Someone who's life is nothing but a slum.

So long ago,
I remember this girl,
Whose sparkling eyes would always glow,
Before her merry laughter,
Faded away,
Once so happy,
In every single way,
Now her face is streaked with dirt,
Her so-called friends leave's her alone and hurt.

Now she is just a shadow,
Her spirit so low,
Choosing to hide herself,
Away from the world on a high shelf,
Now she reaches for a knife,
To end her so-called perfect life.

As I stare into the mirror,
And see her life end drawing nearer,
As I look at her reflection,
And realise the connection,
Only then do I see,
That this little girl is really me

 
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