When She Walks Out
All She Sees Is Black
When She Turns Around
All She Sees Is Kids
Now These Kids Beat Her Up
These Kids Put Her Down
And It Was These Kids That Hurt Her Bad
That She Did The Unthinkeble
She Took Her Life
Because She Was Done
She Didn't Want To Hurt No More
She Had No One To Take Care Of Her
And No One To Watch Out For Her
She Had No One To Call Friend
She Had No One To Call Her Own
She Was Alone In The World
With No One There
Now When The Kids Walk By
And See Her Grave
They Hold Back Their Tears
Because Know What They Did
And Wish That They Were Nicer
And Wish That She Were Back
But What They Don't Relise
Is That She Was Always Dead Inside.
people really do need to be nicer because you never know what else is going on in that persons life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i want to love really this type of girl because love is really lost! more, i cant get any girl who is alone and needs true love, above the girl is really seems to be my dream girl! but alas i cannot find nor she can!