Just random sad things.

That girl.

You see that girl?
The one with fear in eyes,
Trying not to cry.

All she ever wanted to was fly,
But she's drowning inside.

That girl,
The one beaten and abused,
Has seen things no one can see.

Father say weeping,
While mother acts sleeping.
But really she's dead,
On that cold hard bed.

That girl,
Who walks down the hall,
Always feel like she's going to fall.

That girl has scratches on her thighs,
And scars on her arms.

And a loneliness
In her eyes.