There was a little girl

who grew up knowing pain

it really was a shame

that her life was ruined

so early

you'd think that life

would be a little fair

when dealing it's cards

to the innocent

It ruins little girls and boys

their image of the world destroyed

they grow older

and it only gets worse

suicidal thoughts plauge

their tortured minds

with every story

of once upon a time

wishing for a better life

then all this sorrow and this strife

layed out before them on a silver knife

that they push into their

skin at night

wishing for the end to come

their thoughts and heart

are never one