Lost girl
Face was pretty
Heart was empty
Soul was broken
Mind was just a token
At night she cried
Her personality died
With no purpose in life
She held a knife
But she was stronger so she lived
But still she feared
She warmed our hearts
But yet we still tore hers apart
She was loved
People cared about her
But when she needed them the most
They left her on the coast
So she gave in to the knife
And took her own life
Even when She was losing it
No one bothered about it
we made her lose!
Because of our abuse!
By danyaa_kder
