Broken girl

 There’s shattered glass upon the wall

A broken girl, she starts to fall

Deep flesh wounds, blood so red

A mind filled with fear, heart’s full of dread

She takes a look at what she’s done

Her escape when she can’t run

Her broken body on the floor

She makes her way for the door

Up the stairs and in to bed

She tries to rest her weary head

But her pillow’s soaked with tears

And her mind is full of fears

She cannot scream, she cannot yell

There’s not one person she can tell


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