Little girl, little girl,
Why are you sitting on the stairs?
Are you starting to wonder,
If anyone really cares?
Little one, little one,
Those swollen deep blue eyes,
They are louder than the words you speak,
But no one hears your cries.
Come on, come on,
Get up off the floor.
Climb across to the bathroom,
And lock the creaky door.
Remember, remember,
Those words those children said;
"Look at you, you're a mess,
You'd be better off if you were dead."
Don't forget, don't forget,
What your father used to do.
He'd come home and beat your mother,
Your sister and even you too.
Please child, please child,
Stop all this endless pain.
Let the pills slip down your throat,
Let the razor cut you again.
Now look, now look,
The world has just stopped still.
Go on, you love the feeling.
Swallow another pill.
Ah-oh, ah-oh,
What's happened to the silence?
Is that your father that I hear,
Threatening with more violence?
Let's go, let's go,
You're nearly pale white.
I think need to face the fact,
You're going to die tonight.
"Get out, get out"
Your father begins to yell.
How long is this going to take,
Only time will tell.
Little child, little child,
Just let that razor run,
Across the skin of your stick-thin wrist,
And then the deed is done.
Little one, little one,
You have fallen to the floor.
Even though you are covered in blood,
Your pain is no more.
Little girl, little girl,
You are now safe and sound.
Lay in a perfectly engraved coffin,
Deep beneath the ground.
~Little Girl~
Not my format. My quote.
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