A crying soul that was left alone
Had no one to tell her what was right or wrong
She had a beautiful voice with a low tone
And was grateful for the little lone
One day she sits down,she never once thinks of the sound
And as she pulls out a knife, she dreams of her life
While bringing it to her chest, she never lets herself rest
She closes her eyes and stabs herself because of the lies.
No one had told her of the ties.
So now the light that filled her heart and soul, dies away into the never ending night.
So short a poem……and sad too