If you see someone who appears to be down, please take the time to speak with them; relieve them of their pain. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be their hero…
There once was a little girl,
Who just wasn’t like any other little girls.
She was always afraid of the big world;
Going back home to sit
In her bedroom and hide.
She would always look down,
Down at the ground;
Praying to God and asking him when it was
Her turn to say goodbye.
With each passing day the little girl never felt any better;
So she wrote a letter: a letter
Explaining exactly why she wanted to die.
And tears fell from her bloodshot eyes…
She walked along the stained sand,
With a loaded gun in her hand,
And she cried again,
Wondering how long will it be
Before she’d be happy again.
Then she pulled the trigger,
And the lights escaped from her eyes.
Finally, now finally, she got her secret wish:
Her secret wish to die.
Now she was able to fly,
Spread her wings and say goodbye…
Yet tears still fell from her eyes.
The darkness came back, and now
She remains a ghost wandering the earth
Forever.
Who is this lonely girl?
Wandering this earth:
Without a soul; dead, and who always used to sit
Alone.
She wrote letters when nothing was better;
The one who held that loaded gun against
Her head, wishing that she could have sooner pulled the
Trigger and be dead.
So, who is this little lost soul looking for
Someone to love, someone who could even
Love her back…
Even though she receives no response;
A love that would cease to fade away at night.
I’ve fashioned such a story to tell…
To tell you about this little girl,
That that little girl…
Well that little girl is everywhere…
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