In the land filled of hopes and dreams
Is a little girl who can’t be seen.
With onyx black hair,
And emerald green eyes
Is the troubled little girl.
Who can’t help but to cry.
She’s all alone
And just wants a place to call home.
In the box which she lives
She runs to her blade.
And finds a nice quiet spot
In the park, in the shade.
The blade peeling her skin
And the blood running from her veins.
She goes deeper and deeper
Crying so hard from the pain.
Her blade makes her fly
Way above the sky
Beyond the clouds,
Beyond the world.
But when she falls back down,
Life hurts her again.
Her process starts all back over again.
The invisibility,
Running to her only friend, her blade,
Her digging deeper into herself than before
Trying to find a place she can call her own
And also, trying to find herself within.
As the days go by,
Her skin becomes raw, pale
And soon she’ll have to bail.
She’ll have to leave her nice quiet box
And enter the big world.
She becomes more and more depressed
And her longing for her blade grows.
She cuts herself each day everyday
Going deeper and deeper than before.
And one day,
She quits with her blade in her hand.
She lies on the pavement
Emerald eyes wide open.
Vigorous cuts,
Bleeding veins.
Heart stopped
And body cold to the touch.
That day,
She ended her life
With her best friend beside her.
In the land of hopes and dreams
Is a little girl who can’t be seen.
With onyx black hair,
And emerald green eyes,
Is the troubled little girl,
Who today, just died.