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Little Disturbed Girl
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Angels Cry Tears Of Blood PM
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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