Sad Life

  Silently she sit alone and,

cries,                   

 every day a part of her,

dies.

   No one knows her pain,  

O' so deep,

   She often hopes not to awake,

from her sleep.

   Different ways of end her life,

goes threw her head.

   Sometimes she's so numb,

she feels almost dead.

   A girl so young and beautiful shouldn't,

live that way.

   Maybe  what she needs is to go,

and run astray.

   Part of her wishes that,

she owned a gun.

    But the voice from within her,

tell her to shut up and run.

   Hopefully some day soon,

this girl will get away.

   This my dearest Lord,

I do pray.