Cry

She runs as the tears fall down her face...
No where to run as she feels like a disgrace...
Running as fast as she can pretending its a race

She runs towards a hill,
Wondering "Is it okay to kill?
My own life, my own will?

Just because of a nasty name.
No one could take the blame,
For all the words adding to my flame."

If she did jump, will she ever know?
What will happen to her sisters when they grow?
How her life might one day glow?

If she wasn't called that word,
She wouldn't have to worry about the things unheard,
But if she jumps, she'll just be a dead young bird.