Little Girl In Chains And Sable Poem by Dead And Broken

She lays there with a look of apathy
But even so, you cry for her
She does not want your sympathy
She has learned to accept this life of tragedy
Each day she dies,
But she only let's it out when she's alone
Not tears alone, but blood she cries
She has become so bitter and cold
And she pushes blindly though she is not able
Little girl in chains and sable
She doesn't care anymore
Call her a wretch, you may kill her no more
As she lifts it up, to her brain
She refuses this, but death's made her insane
She tried to live and live life well
No longer may she pretend to fly when she fell
She pulls the trigger, and with one final sob, she realizes how she has been, all along, so unstable
Little girl in chains and sable