Sitting on a couch, wondering
In her own world of fantasy
Various thoughts in her small mind - lingering
Searching for some ecstasy

Nothing was her fault
Then what changed this girl
Surrounded by blames and assaults
She forgot her heart of pearl

Her heart ripped and those beats waned
Still she continued to fulfill her wishes
But who was to be blamed?
Yes, she needed stitches!

The answer was somewhere around
But nobody cared to bother
Her own parents kept her bound
Something strange to wonder

There was nothing to explain
Her hatred kept on building
Torn and completely in pain
She was on the verge of quitting
And as she sat on that couch  
I quit, thought her small mind wilting.