One more girl, added to the list.
A blade in her hand, blood down to her fist.
One more tear, falling down her face.
No matter her effort, she never wins the race.
One more thought, about ending her life.
How sweet it sounds, as she grabs another knife.
No one knows her story, only do they know her name.
Her mother an alcoholic, ever is she filled with shame.
Her father someone, she never even knew.
Little do you know, she wishes she was you.
Her sister only five, her cancer covered by a wig.
Herself feeling insecure, no more eating, thin as a twig.
Judging like it's their job, are the people all around.
But she's just missing a soul, that just needs to be found.
Her hair's too greasy, blemishes cover her face.
No one knows about, the dreams she's trying to chase.
She just wants one friend, one person to be there.
She just needs one person, but they won't ever care.
She strives for perfection, she always tries.
But then crashes to reality, and away her fantasy flies.
She packs on the make up, her teary eyes never show.
But it all goes unnoticed, and very well does she know.
She's starting to give up, she's tired of trying.
But she finds an alternative, of forever crying.
No longer does she care, let's them see how weak she is.
For she's been hiding her pain, since they were just kids.
She doesn't want to try, no more tears left to cry.
Every single day, all she thinks about is when she will die.
For the sound of death, sounds better than ever before.
Maybe in heaven, or even in hell, she'll cry a little less, and smile a little more.
One last girl, added to the list.
Had an opportunity for a good life, but sadly missed.
One last tear, leaves her beautiful brown eye.
It'll get better, once she enters the sky.
One last thought, about her life God chose.
One last breath, one last gulp, one last trigger pulled, and her eyes close.
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