"Little Girl"

She sits in the corner in the dark

She cries when she tries to hide

She sits in solitude without a spark

With only demons by her side


"Little girl, what do you say?"

"Little girl, will you cry?"

"Little girl, cut yourself today."

"Little girl, go ahead and slowly die."


She finds the silver blade

The pain is cold and deep

The scars will never fade

Her blood causes her to weep


Her sleeves cover the evidence

Everyone thinks she is just fine

The haven't noticed her since

She has just crossed the finish line



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