Why do you sit there little girl, in the corner painting your nails black?
Corruption, rebellion i feel it too! Then why am i still sitting here so confused?
Why do you sit there little girl, in the corner holding a knife to your wrist and screaming that you want to die?
laughing at the helpless way your arm cries in pain.
shedding such tears, i am too! And yet i still sit here so confused!
Why do you lay there little girl, in the middle of the floor, holding yourself and crying, so hopeless your tears swirling with blood under your frail body!
Why am i bleeding? i haven't a clue? as i lay on the ground so young and confused.
Why little girl, with your tiny fist, did you punch the mirror in front of you? shattered the glass into thousands of inviting shards.
i see my eye in a piece of glass, so bloodshot yet so innocent of the colour blue. i see myself crying. so dead and confused.
why little girl, do you scream at me and just let me bloody die alone!
letting my blood drip lifelessly p