Bad GirlMature

I'm the little bad girl who wanted to die,

who couldn't even stop one tear in her eye.

I'm the little bad girl with scars on her wrists,

a broken little story, yet one with a twist.

For her home was not broken, education was good,

but somehow her mind got lost in a wood.

Beautifully tragic romance had seemed,

now it's wilted all you hear are the screams.

A denial, a lover, a friend who turned her back,

Now this world turns to black.

Stained red is the skin,

pouring out guilt from within.

Now I am this little girl who is so bad,

trying to get back the life I once had.

The End

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