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Little Girl

The girl that lived to tell a tale
The soft whispers that she heard
All the things she hated and berated
And the things she hated the most
The razor cuts on her arm
The batters and bruises on her leg
The little girl never to realize the pain in her tiny bones and head
In her head it turns and turns
The things she wanted the most
The stupid people that hated her
The people she hated the most
How she didn't know what to do
A shock to all her friends
Not the ones around her, but the ones in her head
People never gave her space
She sat there in pain and said
I wish I had a better life
Instead of one that turned her head
Laid on the floor stained in red
With the blood that drained from her wrists and head
She didn't mean to do this
How she cut herself to death