The Girl Poem by Alexander Foald

This girl I had a crush on
Seems so depressed and alone
With her broken smile on the gaze
Tried to make the best upon her face

She could hide herself deep down
She could fall behind and no one cares
She could just break down and start over
Or just disappear, like everybody else

She used to have a family without heart
A father can’t be so kind to his daughter
A mother who keeps saying dirty names
Home where she doesn’t belong to

Christmas should be welcomed by everyone
Yet she’s still standing tremblingly outside
This girl I used to have a crush on
Has died from cold last night