Little Girl.



Little girl lays in bed crying

Her only thoughts are of dying

She quietly whispers she’s done trying

She’s done fighting



The lights are slowly fading

She thinks her own life is worth taking

She used to be happy but now she’s just faking

In the bottles is a poison in the making.



Pills for the taking

A life not worth breaking

Another young life still in the making

Yet is it being cut short cause she can’t take anymore breaking.



A rope hanging

Just hung up there dangling

A chair that won’t be breaking

A face that won’t be awakening



Little girl laying in bed crying

Her thoughts no longer are of dying

Cause she’s no longer trying

She’s stopped fighting



Little girl is no longer crying

Her thought aren’t even trying

She’s no longer fighting

Little girls face is dying

Her last breath is one of worth sharing

I’m sorry for giving up but i no longer see a life worth trying.