Just A Girl Poem by B.M Lewis

Once upon a time,
There was a girl.
She was lost in a hateful world.
When she cried it was tears of blood.
When she screamed, no one ever heard.
And in the end, she was all alone.

And it hurt like hell to be alone.
And never being able to find that precious time.
“It gets easier, ” she heard.
But why can’t she be just a girl?
Swimming in a pool of blood,
It’s her up against the world.

And we know that the cruelest place is the world!
She’s always standing against it alone,
And her scars are dripping with blood
While she waits for another time
Where she can be just a girl,
Or so she heard.

She remembers the lies she heard
About a place, a perfect world.
She doesn’t know she’s a beautiful girl.
She can’t stop the emptiness of being alone.
She feels pain all of the time
And she can’t ever seem to stop that flow of blood!

And she cries a river of blood!
She’s still screaming and they still haven’t heard!
Death is near, and she’s close to time,
Darkness enclosing the center of her world!
She hates that feeling of being alone!
WHY CAN’T SHE BE JUST A GIRL? !

But she is just…a girl…
No one can see the invisible blood.
They don’t see how she’s all alone.
They don’t hear those whispered voices she’s heard.
The voices of her TRUE world.
And finally, it’s the end; it’s time.

Once upon a time, I was that girl.
I was living in a world filled with hate and filled with blood.
I don’t believe the stories I’ve heard because we die just as we are born: alone…