A cry for help

That girl. That girl you see On the streets smiling so happily She looks up and looks down but you don’t realize the inside frown. She’s very confused and she has nothing to lose. She cries herself to sleep and all you see Is a girl. So happy.. You don’t see what she sees. The cuts on her arms and Blood on her sleeves. You treat her horribly and that’s what she gets. When you’re In your comfy bed. She has fake friends and realizes that. But without them she feels like a piece of crap. Her Dad abuses her and her life is over. At least that’s what she feels. The only reason she’s holding on is because of her Deals. She struggles with drug abuse. That’s the only way. She can cope with some good old coke. She’s dying inside both ways emotionally and physically but you don’t care. It’s too obvious to bare. You can’t even reach out to a friend before its too late can’t even offer an open gate. Not to mention that she was raped. And you call her a whore. How could you do such when she’s been through such a horror. You think you’re so cool but put the puzzle together and you look like a fool. Stop acting like you know her because she’s been through much more than you can imagine. The tears. The beers. People call her a queer, what’s all the hate for aren't we all God’s children? You laugh at every Mistake she makes well guess what you’re not perfect stop acting fake. You act like a big shot for what? What’s this going to do? You’re gonna get caught. She’s not asking for money she’s not asking for food all she wants is someone who is true. She starves herself for that perfect image that she’ll never get. She won’t let this bring her down, She will earn a crown after reality hits and she’ll feel Drowned She’s hopeless now. And then the bomb goes off that’s the end. The end of her and now who feels sorry certainly not you? Why because you deny. Deny that you did anything how could you? All she asked for was someone true. That certainly wasn't you.