she is a lonely girl
pale pale girl
she is never spirited
she is cold and pale and blue
she sits in her tiny room
comparing her self to nothing
as she never exsplores the world
shes sits in her room
like a doll
still and exspressionless
she is young
and she is old
she was born and she will die
she feels nothing any more
the thoughts have long gone past
she waites for death
like a passenger of a train
waiting for her departure
this frain pal thin girl
cuts her flesh
this is the only time
you can feel anything
the pain shocks her
the blood warms her
alive for a moment
then the cuts they dry
and she goes cold
standing still once again
she looks in the mirrer
her plush soft dry mouth sunkin in the one corner,
here pale blue eyes grey
depression writen all over
her pale thin face
she gathers into a corner with a pillow
on the floor
a small balnkette she uses when she weeps to sleep
she is what society has made of her
her difference
her slowness
her unability to function
no love
to emotion
no one to hold her close
just something of an old shoe we have kicked in societys closet
poor ale thin girl
what have we done to you
why have we abandined you
poor pale thin girl
we've neclected you
now your wethering away
and theres nothing left to do
poor pale thin girl
if society only knew
if some one took the time to care
if some one believed in you
