She roams around the streets at night,
alone, whimpering, and in fright.
Wearing dark clothes to remain unseen,
people thinks she's just another teen.
Strawberry gashes lay perfect on her wrists,
scars and cuts from shoulder to fist.
Nails painted black, lips smudged with black lipstick,
people who don't know, just thinks she's sick.
Her mom and dad have given up on her,
she feels unloved, and her mind is in a stir.
With no friends to talk to about this,
hardly anyone even knows she exists.
Never talks, never smiles,
her attitude remains hostile.
Pale skin and shimmering teary eyes,
she's the girl, who passes by. |
