
| Little Disturbed Girl
Author: Angels Cry Tears Of Blood A poem about depression and suicide. Hope someone likes it.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Horror - Words: 400 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 05-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3027249
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Little Disturbed Girl
So disturbed
She was
A perfect example of the broken
The monsters she sees rule her life
Some big, some tall
Some small, some short
Some human, some monster
She is burdened with the sight that sees all
Sees the truth of this world
She sees the lies
She sees the hurt
She sees the pain
And she doesn't know what to do
So she does nothing
She stays cooped up
Never letting anyone in
And she stays sad
Then as she slides a razor across her wrist
She breathes in relief
Only to be interrupted
Yelling and screaming occur
And she tries to explain
She wasn't trying to kill herself she says
She was just trying to live
Live with everything she knows
How dare they stop the disturbed girl
They don't know how much she needs this
How much she needs to drain the burden from her
She needs it
But they stop her
They call her sick
They call her crazy
And so what if it's true
No amount of help could cure the disturbed girl
She's in to deep
To deep within her own head
Where all she sees are rainbows after a bloody rainstorm
Tears fill her eyes
All she wants is to be happy
Why can't they just leave the disturbed girl alone?
She's fine on her own
Because on her own she survived
But this big scary world they're trying to bring her into
Is to much
They are not helping
They're making everything worse
She can't function like this
She needs to cut
She needs relief
But they stop her
The disturbed girl is left with only the monsters in her own head
And she screams in pain
In fear
All she has now is a straight jacket and a broken voice
And so she sings
"Run along, run along
Little disturbed girl
They can't touch you
Run fast, run fast
Little disturbed girl
You can make it here
Run, run
Little disturbed girl
Once your here everything will go away
Run here, run here
Little disturbed girl
See that cliff, yes you do
Run there, run there
Little disturbed girl
Don't stop now
Jump now, jump now
Little disturbed girl
No one can touch you here"
A poem about depression and suicide. Hope someone likes it.
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