Do you see that little girl?
She looks so sad and hurt.
There she is, all alone.
Just sitting in the dirt.
She looks so weak,
Like she’s lost all control.
Saying hello to pain
And good-bye to her soul.
Have you ever wondered
Why she covers her arms?
Is it because she’s cold?
Or so no one will see her scars?
What happened to her?
And why won’t she say?
Doesn’t she want help?
Or has she found a new exit way?
The pills, the doctors!
The voices and pain.
Her own blood,
Falling like rain.
“Why do I try?”
She says to her reflection.
“No matter what I do,
I’ll just end up her again.”
That little girl,
Who was here before?
She’s gone now.
She couldn’t take any more.
