Treasure Island

crystal shover


Sad Life


I look into her hollow green eyes,
as she tries to end her life,
oh what a sad little girl,
to live such a horrible life,

her memory's filled with hate,
rap ed by her grandpa,
for three years straight,
before that her brother,
had to have a go,
passed her around,
like a dirty hoe,

now shes cowering in fear,
i want to hold her tight,
and tell her its ok,
everything will be alright,
but theres something in my way,

whats that no it cant be,
if this is a mirror,
then that girl is me,
I'm th one with the knife,
and the blood by my side,
I'm the one ending my life,

Submitted: Monday, July 24, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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