She was a girl that loved to write
When 4th grade hit that's where she was inspired to write her story
The beauty started to fade, she started losing her sight
Nobody knew who she really was
Everyone thought she was ok
All she wanted was to feel love
Things got worse
Her escape was her notebook and her pen
Instead of her life feeling like a blessing, it felt like a curse
She knew she didn't have anyone to vent to
And she was all alone crying in the darkness
She's a fighter, she's trying so hard not to lose
She was the girl to always hand people her heart but it was either stolen,kicked or tossed
The carvings on the papers started to get deeper
Making sure she's able to follow the sentences and not get lost
The pain increased, she became tired
Her heart started to become cold
Now she doesn't know such thing as a “fighter”
After each day passed
She wrote less
Her mind started consuming her, She knows she won't last
The ink has left the pages and found a new home on her skin
Her story was slowly being written on her body
Instead of her work being beaty, it started to become pure sin
She was a book full of different stories
The writing on her skin said it all
Its hard to find what you're looking for, even if her stories were in different categories
She started to look ill
She knew her time was coming
Realizing nobody will know how she feels
Her book is almost finished
The ink is starting to run out
Cherish those last pages, sit down and listen
The book is coming to end
She puts the pen down
She knows her new story is going to begin
She reads her own book
And smiles at the work she has done
She left behind her story, so the people that needs it the most can look
She was her own library, but only had one book
She was the girl that took the ******** she was going through and made a story out of it
She left it behind so the people like her can have hope
The last sentence on the last page said
“Our story isnt over”
It's true so keep that in your head
Everything will be ok
Sit down and read her story
God is watching over us, you can fight another day
Just pray
I promise you will be ok
She's an author that everyone wanted to know
Everyone wanted to know her story
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
She was a girl that loved to write
When 4th grade hit that's where she was inspired to write her story
The beauty started to fade, she started losing her sight
Nobody knew who she really was
Everyone thought she was ok
All she wanted was to feel love
Things got worse
Her escape was her notebook and her pen
Instead of her life feeling like a blessing, it felt like a curse
She knew she didn't have anyone to vent to
And she was all alone crying in the darkness
She's a fighter, she's trying so hard not to lose
She was the girl to always hand people her heart but it was either stolen,kicked or tossed
The carvings on the papers started to get deeper
Making sure she's able to follow the sentences and not get lost
The pain increased, she became tired
Her heart started to become cold
Now she doesn't know such thing as a “fighter”
After each day passed
She wrote less
Her mind started consuming her, She knows she won't last
The ink has left the pages and found a new home on her skin
Her story was slowly being written on her body
Instead of her work being beaty, it started to become pure sin
She was a book full of different stories
The writing on her skin said it all
Its hard to find what you're looking for, even if her stories were in different categories
She started to look ill
She knew her time was coming
Realizing nobody will know how she feels
Her book is almost finished
The ink is starting to run out
Cherish those last pages, sit down and listen
The book is coming to end
She puts the pen down
She knows her new story is going to begin
She reads her own book
And smiles at the work she has done
She left behind her story, so the people that needs it the most can look
She was her own library, but only had one book
She was the girl that took the ******** she was going through and made a story out of it
She left it behind so the people like her can have hope
The last sentence on the last page said
“Our story isnt over”
It's true so keep that in your head
Everything will be ok
Sit down and read her story
God is watching over us, you can fight another day
Just pray
I promise you will be ok
She's an author that everyone wanted to know
Everyone wanted to know her story
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