Curled up in a ball / Her shoulders shook vigorously /
Her eyes welled up with tears / Her lips are chapped /
Her skin pale against the moonlight / Their words hit her like daggers /
She was judged like an unopened book / She was condemned, left behind /
Alone, with her ocean of thoughts / They took everything from her /
They stipped her out of her daydreams, her refuge / People often dub her as the lost girl /
And for some certain time / That remark became her truth /
She is a lost girl, a lost cause / A soul stranded somewhere deep /
Inside the darkest chambers of her mind / Trying to find the light again /
Trying to swim out the demons and monsters / Who've drown her /
*taps keyboard*
"Guess that's enough," this she did as she wiped the crimson red liquid on her wrists...