Beth Holland
New member
Can't see through the trees
Nor the clouds
Or the fog
Can't hear through the screams
Nor the crys
Or the laughs
But through it all
Through the storm*
Is a girl
As stiff as a statue
For the pain in her heart
Hurting as a sharp blade stabs
Deeper and deeper*
With tears running down her face
Blood dripping out of her heart*
As she turns as could as winter frost
For she is dying inside
No one sees it
No one hears it*
And no one can help her now
Just wanting to end her life
Wanting to shed her blood
She falls to the ground
For her legs went weak
From the weight she is carrying on her shoulders*
Nor the clouds
Or the fog
Can't hear through the screams
Nor the crys
Or the laughs
But through it all
Through the storm*
Is a girl
As stiff as a statue
For the pain in her heart
Hurting as a sharp blade stabs
Deeper and deeper*
With tears running down her face
Blood dripping out of her heart*
As she turns as could as winter frost
For she is dying inside
No one sees it
No one hears it*
And no one can help her now
Just wanting to end her life
Wanting to shed her blood
She falls to the ground
For her legs went weak
From the weight she is carrying on her shoulders*