She is so alone
Her friends are never at home
She feels so broken
These words she has not spoken
She knows she's lost
No one she can trust
When she cries on the floor
She says she is no whore
So many thoughts in her head
They make her tears turn red
She calls herself a razorslut
Memories make her cut
She thinks her body is only for use
It's her only excuse
Before men leave, they pay
They don't care and go away
Leave her broken on the ground
She's lost, won't be found
She has tried so hard
But her soul is torn apart
She cannot live this life
It's so hard to survive
So many tears she cried
She had to slit her wrists and died
~ November 11, 2004 ~