The dark hole that grew deeper inside,
The intensity of anger that'll eat you alive,
It was stored on the heart of an innocent child,
The hurt, the anger, the tears that fell,
Her heart is broken and would never be recovered,
The cold nights of darkness that she'll never tell another,
The cruelness of the world, and abandonment of her mother,
Suicidal thoughts, the new things she discovered,
The unbearable pain that she would try to cover,
The poems she would jot down:
No sound, No pulse, No heart to be found,
The body was still alive, but the soul already broken down,
The brain is still working, but the soul deep underground,
Expected to fail, that's what they perceived,
The chants, the words that came to belief,
The deteriorated self-esteem, filled with grief,
The poor innocent girl,
that's sadly me...
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